i vividly remember my life falling apart before my very eyes. when i stop long enough, i can still feel the pain that hammered me when i lost so much of what i cared most about. the picture that captures best what i was experiencing is that of a ship staggering back into harbor after weathering a massive storm.
when you go through that and finally arrive in a safe port, is it any wonder that you don't want to put out to sea again? one of my favorite brazilian authors, paulo coelho, in his book the pilgrimage, says this, "the ship is safest when it's in port. but that's not what ships were made for."
as christians we all too often forget what we were made for. god did not make us for a comfortable, safe and lazy life. he made us for the open sea where rogue waves, a blistering sun, and an uncertain course are the order of the day...
yes, the safety of a port has it's place but it is not what we were made for.
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