the egg has cracked (and other sunsets)

June 16, 2009

I used to love to dive under waves and listen to the sound above, deep and distant, calm, yet powerful. The serene embrace of the heavy salt water was comforting…and frightening at the same time. My eyes were closed. I couldn’t see anything other than what I could imagine. All the television I have watched goes underwater with me. Every movie, every image. There is nowhere I’d rather be than in the ocean, but there is nothing that scares me more.

I’ve just graduated Fuller Seminary.

I’m underwater.

There is a calm. A new kind of peace. The kind of peace that accompanies a work well won. What has yet to come is mystery, it requires a great deal of trust. It requires that I rely on my character, experience, equipping and put one arm in front of the other, aiming for that bright disc above that is sun, awaiting the sensation of breaking through the surface. Which, by the way, is quite horrifying.

gator It’s new life. I’ve been in the egg of learning. It’s been shaping and transforming. The truth of my nature has more depth and the truth of God’s is greater, more mysterious.