Ocean Journals

Sea Date 122313: Rare Finds

Ali and the Beatles

Ali and the Beatles (Photo credit: seligmanwaite)

The canvas in the ship’s gallery vaunts iconic relics of yesteryear. Brushes of Ali, Beatles; memories. Memories from the past, some even mine. It was an era that encouraged me to be who I already am.

Practically everything that goes on in the world — wanting your own way, wanting everything for yourself, wanting to appear important — has nothing to do with the Father. “The Message”

IMG_20131225_093335We cruisers know someone comes and goes, but not because we often interact with our phantom purveyors. We leave our scuffed cabins to overeat and engulf the festivities; we return to freshened quarters with gifts of decorative towels and candies. There is an unending supply of amenities and toiletries ever at our disposal with little consideration for their appearing.

The Gulf is beautiful this morning with Cozumel beckoning. Lord, grant us the hearts of cabin stewards today.

Sea Date 122413: Paces Undesired

“Jesus is your leader,” informed Jesus, actually pronounced Hay-suse, as our convoy of ATV’s made their way into the jungle of Mayan ruins.

Few, very few, were pleased with Jesus’ pace. The terrain, rough and muddy, without reservation, cried out, “Go faster!” Instead, we moved slowly and stopped often.

One less skilled wedges his craft into the trees. We wait while Jesus rescues.  The elderly grimace as the rubber tires absorb not nearly enough of the rock’s attacks upon aging vertebrae’s. We slow to Jesus’ signal.

mrWe rest midway, enjoying Jesus’ tea and dip, listening to his stories of an age refusing to be forgotten, remembered by its ruins, by its statues erected to note that someone, somewhere, higher, provided their needed rain.

Jesus’ pace proves itself gainful as our body of cruisers make our way through the course together and back onto our waiting ship.

Costa Maya decorates the ocean in the distance. Lord, let us run the race in your time.

Sea Date 122513: Soul of the Seller

IMG_20131229_063222The encroaching merchants plead their treasures as cruisers slight their pitches with disdain. No is a term evicted from their glossary, for hearing the letters ‘n‘ and ‘o‘ pines only poverty to their modus vivendi in Costa Maya.

One such shares of a different time, of a late patriarch who ranched cattle, of days that are only fodder now to warm the hearts of buyers.

Ports full of used car salesmen. Lives entirely depending on the coming and going of cruisers, ships carrying their next source of sustenance.

God sees; He sends the proverbial rains even still.

“I didn’t take on their way of life. I kept my bearings in Christ — but I entered their world and tried to experience things from their point of view.” The Message

Roatan’s ziplines beckon us. Lord, give us eyes to see everything that we keep missing.

Sea Date 122613: Soaring with Monkeys, Stalling Along the Way

DSC_0075The Golden Rule of ziplines, “Never, ever, touch your equipment!” Towering amidst the birds and other creatures, we are instructed to trust, to soar with faith, believing our guides have securely adorned us with straps and pulleys that will get us from platform to platform… no matter the temptation to veer from their instructions.

“This stretch is long, don’t brake,” our guide warns each cruiser. One zipper’s braking fear leaves a stranded and motionless band of cruisers dangling high above the jungle floor.

The guide takes action. He leaves the ninety-six and goes after the four, and just as promised, every cruiser is returned to their ship, some a little more sore than others.

Hoping to soon rid my mind of scenes from the Firm, Grand Cayman sends her lure as lights in the still darkened sky. Lord, teach us to trust, and obey.

Sea Date 122713: Sounds of Silence

IMG_20131227_071214Magnificent gems merge with the ocean’s surface forming a brilliant burst of passionate splendor. The wonder of this beauty joins cruiser with a moment of God’s glory.

The waters regain their composure.

“God, you smiled on your good earth.” ~ The Message

We are slowed occasionally for purposes… promises. Our intents cease. Our words gather but do not flow. The Father whispers…

Sea Date 122813: Homeward Bound

IMG_20131227_065020The port calls the wayward cruisers, “Come unto my rest.” Lights glistening in the dark, she promises her allegiance. “Come back to me,” we hear from beyond the water’s restraints, and we oblige.

“Your love, God, is my song, and I’ll sing it.” ~ The Message

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Seeking the rest that is only promised and found in Christ Jesus, along with my treasured wife of more than twenty-five years, we seek to grow in our relationship with our Heavenly Father, walk with the Holy Spirit as He moves our hearts, loving others always as Jesus loves us, and carry the news of His glory, the wonderful gospel, that gives light and life where there once was only darkness.
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  2. Jeff says:

    Sounds like good times!

  3. ccragamuffin says:

    Earth’s crammed with heaven,
    And every common bush afire with God:
    But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
    The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries…
    (from Aurora Leigh
    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
    One mark of a great vacation…seeing God. Your journal entries shared the wonder of it in a poetic way. Beautifully written.

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