Covenant is carved into every corner of this world
Thoughts from the beach
Out my windows this week I see palm trees. Sand is under my feet. I’ve stood in wind, wave, and sun.
Against this backdrop I witnessed dear friends covenant in marriage. And there was a surprise baptism in the emerald waters of the Atlantic early this morning as the sun rose.
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What other eternal possibilities will unfold this day?
If, as Alexandr Solzhenitsyn asserted, the artist’s duty is to be available for the “one word of truth that outweighs the world,” I am weighed down, pressed like a sea shell into the sand.
In a world where there seems so little holding so many together, these brave and courageous acts of commitment matter.
What a gift to witness acts of grace. The bride handing her bouquet to a new member of the family as an invitation and welcome. Not tossing it to the throng, leaving the gift to chance. But choosing the recipient with purpose.
It was an unexpected moment that transformed a bouquet of flowers into blessing that will never wilt.
And to watch as three members of a family were baptized the morning after.
Alongside hungover tourists who awaited the sunrise and raced to claim lounge chairs before they were all appropriated, we witnessed the old man slip away into the sea. New creations emerged from the pounding waves.
All things will be made new.
In a blink, sand becomes the altar where lives are joined, eternal purpose born.
As day breaks, waves become the waters of consecration.
How beautiful to feel the weight of this truth press into me as I stood beside palm trees: covenant is carved into every corner of this world.
And I can't help but wonder, if creation is groaning, if it is longing to be revealed it's because it longs to be know, forever, as His.