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