Stories continued…
Last summer I began some stories from the 1950’s and 1960’s.
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Okay, just one short story…
I have a relational story for you.. a family story.. ultimately a faith story. Sweet moments sealed between loved ones.. so many memories of summers past endlessly embrace my lonely heart. As you may have guessed from my introduction, my summer story certainly spans several score of summers and none in particular.
By car and by barefoot path.. emerging on vast sandy beach, here I have again encountered my insignificant flesh joyously running toward endless splashing toward a horizon only God could have placed in our path. No end in sight in the roar of His waves. Laughter and splashing and buckets of sand building our memories of family castles to be left a the beach.
We weren’t kids anymore, not even young-marrieds. Just a mom and dad with their little girl at the beach.. or sometimes just one of us with her in our backyard pool full of the busy yells of her friends. Over the state and to grandma’s house we would drive.. and then dressing her welcoming ceramic mother goose in her outfit of the day. (Now there was a story-teller.)
And another day at the beach with Grandpa parked near the shade.. and Grandma with her old beach blanket and coolers of endless snacks. And there was the ice cream stand, too! And swings on long chains with just a wide canvas seat sometimes soaked in rain and sand to child-like softness.
Dad and Mom (mostly Dad) sat there with their little girl building sandcastles small and large, with moats and Dad’s bucket brigade from the surf filling it slowly.. too slowly for little girls.. and trips to the water were brief to such a sweeping surf too big to feel safe except in her daddy’s arms or on knee-deep surf.
Questions of a child
Now you must remember that this is just a story. Even if I heard such questions they may not have been from my own child or other young relatives. They may even be from some of my admittedly child-like wonderings.
Did JESUS ever build a sandcastle?
Why do you ask that?
You know that story about him building houses on a rock and on the sand? His parents must have taken Jesus to the beach where he saw his sandcastle start washing away like the last one we built.
I think he may have lived in a town near some beach in Egypt.
Or maybe Joseph and Mary took him from Nazareth to a beach on the nearby Sea of Galilee. He must have built sandcastles just like any boy or girl at the beach.
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… To Be Continued (as I get back to this story LIVE)
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