I go to Rossall Beach to walk the dog. Well, actually, I go to walk, the dog just runs and runs, then hops back into the car and comes home. So many people go to Rossall Beach to park. And look out to Sea.
Some have their flasks, some their papers, and some their tartan blankets. And they sit.
Why? What is it about the Sea that draws us, that stills us, that touches us.
Well, I guess it is because the Sea is so big, and yet here we are at an edge of it. It is contained, though it can roar. And it is never the same when we visit it. It can seethe with silence, crash playfully or simply lull. It’s like it has a mind. It’s like it’s alive.
But I think it is because, particularly in its size, it is beyond our imagination. It is a touch of the infinite.
And we are drawn to the infinite, because we are made in God’s image, and it is part of our yearning to connect with Him.