I had the opportunity to go for a swim in the Sea of Galilee today. Actually, the call it "the lake." No matter where you are, you can see across to the other side.
It did remind me of "the lake," Lake Blanche, where I spent my summers as a child. The water was clear and the bottom was sandy. It was, however, a balancing act to get to the water over the rocky path. Once I got in the water, I found that I could go out quite deep before it was over my head, a good thing, since my goggle strap snapped before I could even dunk my head! The water temperature was delightful, the perfect way to spend the afternoon.
But when I got out of the water, I had a little problem. The path that I had followed to the lake had all but disappeared. I went this way and that, but couldn't find the way back. The only way out was over some very large rocks, and I didn't know how I was going to climb them alone. But as I headed toward the treacherous path, a voice called out to me, "Nancy! Wait! I'll give you a hand." There it was: the hand of the one who will reach out to us no matter how rocky the road to discipleship is--we only have to take it.
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