Fight the Drift

I grew up vacationing on the East Coast, with its gray sands and cloudy waters. I know some of you might be freaked out by that, but in the infamous words of Elsa— they “never bothered me anyway.” All I knew was that I was there for a good time with my cousins.
 
Our parents had two rules: stick together, and keep our eyes on the shoreline. Our family “base” was easy to spot with its plethora of bright chairs and umbrellas. If we found ourselves drifting from home, our job was to dig our feet in the sand and fight our way back to where we entered.

​We had all the energy in the world in those days. We spent hours body surfing, floating, and fighting the current until we were completely spent and insatiably hungry.

After lunch, we’d beg our parents to take us to the community pool— that was where the real fun was to be had. The water was clear and current-less. We played games, performed jumping contests, and practiced our handstands. Oh, to be young again.
 
Here’s one thing I know to be true: life is more like an ocean and less like a pool— especially when it comes to our faith. This isn’t new news, though. It’s exactly what the author of Hebrews cautioned nearly 2,000 years ago...

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