If I traveled to the Sea of Galilee
and stood on the ancient, sandy shore
would I still hear You in the wind?
If I stared at the ground beneath my feet
for more than just a minute
would I see where You passed by?
If I turned so that my back was to the water
and let my eyes roam over every inch of sand
would I be able to smell the loaves and fish
that You broke in Your own two hands?
So many feet have walked there since
and even more will come.
More bread and fish were shared
and the winds that blow are not the same.
But if I turned back to the water,
and gazed across the choppy waves,
that's where things remain unchanged.
Many more have walked those shores
and even more will come
but if I looked closely at the water
I would see footprints of only One.
They wouldn't go for very far.
Perhaps I would see their end,
where You lifted a drowning man
with an outstretched hand.
Prints would go from sand to sea
but one set only
would defy the deep.
And maybe as I stood there looking,
contemplating, and searching,
I would see You at the end
waving with an outstretched hand.
One set of prints.
Just one among the waves.
Untouched, remaining, gently resting,
beckoning and calling,
speaking from an untamed sea.
Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?"
~ Matthew 14:31
