I was meandering along the beach today because I was lost (not important to this story), and the significance of the beach really hit me. I think since I’ve lived in San Diego for so long, or for some other obscure reason, that I don’t ever think about the beach, and the fact that when you’re at the beach, you are looking at the end of your continent… It’s pretty stinkin cool when you really think about it. How many people get to go to the beach, and know that if they look one way they’re facing the world they’ve always been comfortable in, and then they look the other way and find they’re facing a world they’ve never known.
The more I thought about it, the more gripping it became. Just to think… across that water is something completely foreign to us. In this case it was probably Japan or southern China or something. And while I’m staring at the horizon, there’s someone just chilling there on the beach (depending on the time change in “Japan or southern China or something”) right across the way. And then, what if that person is the closest person to me in that direction and they don’t know Truth? The chances that they haven’t even heard about Jesus are so ridiculously high and they are right across that water…
Kinda sad that it doesn’t sound nearly as incredible reading it on a computer screen.
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