“If you are lucky enough to live by the beach, then you are lucky enough”
The painting above our table at a local restaurant made a statement that I could not agree with more. San Diego is one of the best places to call home. When you throw in our house’s 1.5 mile proximity to the Pacific Ocean, I feel like one of the most fortunate people on the planet.
One thing I enjoy the most about living here are the early morning runs that I take down to and along the beach by our house. Every day I imagine myself as a tourist on vacation heading out for a run in a new land. I look out at the vast ocean, and wonder what lies in the distance over the horizon. I watch the surfers and the dolphins interact with the waves. The morning light sprays them in golden paint. I run along the wet part of the sand and play games with the changing tide to avoid getting wet. The seagulls in front of me are playing the same game. This is my home, and yes…I am lucky enough.
One part of my run takes me out along the longest pier on the west coast. The Ocean Beach pier heads out over ¼ mile to sea and is full of fishermen and tourists. The view back on the San Diego coastline is a panoramic shot that even the widest of camera lenses would not be able to capture.
Running down this pier last week, I started to study all of the fishermen. I wondered if they were as full of awe each morning as I was looking back on our beautiful City. I ran slowly past one short Asian fisherman as he strung fresh bait on his line. He was putting a hook through an 8-10” fish and preparing to throw the line over the pier. I started thinking how odd it was that fisherman use fish to catch fish. Pondering the irony that fish were used to attract other fish, God spoke to me…
“and I will make you fishers of men”…Matthew 4:19
It takes fish. God didn’t say it takes perfect pretty fish to catch fish, just that it takes fish. We are the fish that God uses to catch other fish.
I’ll tell you that there are plenty of days that I don’t like being put out there as bait. When God puts the hook through my chin, and tells me to go into the cold water in an effort to grow His Kingdom. It is our calling however. We are called to be His workers and bring others to the Kingdom. By being fishers of men, we are fish ourselves. I wondered what type of fish I am in the waters. Am I a fake fish, a dead fish, a reluctant fish, or a sick fish? God chose me from the waters for a reason and I better make Him proud.
Finishing my run that morning, I thought what a cool thing it really is that God specifically chose each of us out of His bucket to send us into the vast sea we call Earth. It is our calling to do our best in showing this blessing to others.
If you are lucky enough to live in His waters…you are lucky enough.
He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation