Brave…Not Timid Me
I went to bed super early last night since I slept none the night before, but I kept waking up ever 2 hours. I eventually got up and headed to my first spot – Honfleur. Honfleur is a small fishing village but lots of charm. I walked the cobblestone streets and reflected. This is a fishing village, but Jesus said we are all to be fishers of men. Looking at my past, I don’t recall moments of my “biggest” catch. I back off on sharing the gospel because I assume people around me know based on my actions. But am I living any different than a atheist doing good deeds? Could someone tell the difference? Probably not, sadly.
Next I went to two neighboring villages, Deauville and Trouville. Once again more beautiful seaside towns with many quiet streets to hide in. And then I wondered, how often am I hiding in the quiet spots in my life? Hiding in the contentment, hiding in the mundane, hiding in the stereotypical life I live. Christ was bold with His living. While I tiptoe on eggshells. I live the quiet life too well…sometimes to my own detriment.
Lastly, i went to Omaha Beach. As I stood on the beach where soldiers bled and died, I couldn’t help but think, who would seriously go to war for the act of bravery? I was amazed how many men were eager to fight in this horrific battle. Eager. While I get numb watching Saving Private Ryan between my fingers, a mere movie. Oh, how little I know of bravery. How little I know of sacrifice. How much I know of selfish cowardness. I know that too well.
Once again I listened to Hillsong while I drove. The song Anchor played as I approached the beach and it struck a nerve. Christ is my anchor…but where’s my proof? Where’s the sacrifice? Where’s the burden needed to convince others of my devotion?
Maybe I will find it someday. Maybe I will learn to be a little braver like the men on D- Day. Maybe just a little.
Peace – Tomorrow Mont Saint Michael. If you’ve never heard of it, google it. I’m excited to get lost in that island.
