If you’ve ever taken swimming lessons, then you’ll know that being able to float is one of the first things that the instructor shows you. I vividly remember floating in the shallow instruction pool, with my teacher telling me “If you panic, just float. Then you’ll be fine.” Floating was thought of as the ‘basics.’ As days turned into months and then into years, it became apparent that floating became my new ‘safety net.’ If I ever got too tired, I could just lay on my back and… well… float. It became second nature–something I did without thinking. I started to rely on my ability to float to save me in peril, and to give me a break so I could catch my breath.
Often with Christianity–and faith in general–I believe that we tend to rely on our personal safety nets… or should I say within them? Comfort is something that many do not want to let go of. We float through faith. Through life. Afraid to swim deeper, to choke on water, to drown. Thus, we end up floating… Always floating. It becomes second nature–normality. We do it without thinking, without contemplating what else we could do in our pool of faith.
Swimming tires us out. Our arms, our legs, our lungs. If you had the choice between swimming until exhaustion or freely floating care-freely without any threat of death, I would easily bet that many of us would rather float and have fun. But in an ocean, wouldn’t one persevere until they reach the shore?
On a different note, why do we constantly wait for God to move our floating bodies–to find us, to come to us–when He in fact is waiting for us at the shore? Why do we too often choose to not swim to Him, and instead wait until He finally decides to swim to us? Is it because we are scared of failure? I don’t know about you, but I would rather swim for the impossibly far shore and know that I tried my best than float and not go anywhere, waiting for the tide to wash me up on the beach by chance.
In a 24 hour day, how much do you actually live?
If we are the swimmers, then God is the lifeguard. He’s always watching us, waiting to pull us up from under the crashing waves. Ready to breath life back into us, and to bring us back to shore. Why–especially as believers–are we scared to drown in our faith? To take chances? I personally think that it’s because we are afraid to repeatedly let our hearts be broken, and in the process giving up the possibility of finding treasures on the ocean floor.
We wait for God to show us himself–his ocean. We ask Him to show us a deeper side of Himself, while we wait on the surface. But you can’t see underneath the waves without diving down.
But from there you will seek the Lord your God and you will find Him, if you search after Him with all your heart and with all your soul. Deuteronomy 4:29
Take a chance, and dive. Otherwise, you might never know of the treasures you might find.
(Please note: the writing above does not necessarily apply to real life swimming. Please swim safely.)