Saturday, the day before Father’s Day, my family surprised me by taking me on a kayaking/canoe trip on the Ocmulgee River out of Macon. I had made a random comment to Sharon a few weeks ago after hearing a church member was going on a several day excursion to canoe the rivers of Georgia. I said I’d like to try kayaking sometime. My wife listens to me better than I listen to her obviously. No surprise there, right?
It was an extremely warm June afternoon but we had a great time. Kimberly, our youngest daughter, and Rob, her husband were able to join our expedition. The current was just right and in just a little over 2 hours we covered the four miles or so in the wonderfully cool waters of the Ocmulgee. I hope it will not be our last trip- it was very relaxing and quite fun for a man who has reached the age where adventure is usually defined as a “new” restaurant.
Sunday morning, less than 12 hours after this trip, I awoke with the following epiphany. We were handed an oar as we entered the water and given instructions briefly about how to turn and maneuver the kayak and canoe. Or the guides said we could just let the current carry us downstream.
When folks become a part of the church, they can use their “oar” to steer the vessel in the direction they desire to go. This is a good thing if everyone is rowing together but if there is not some harmony about where you desire to go it can cause a mishap or worse. And some folks are just content to come aboard the ship called the church as if it were a cruise ship. They expect others to get them to their destination but they surely don’t expect to have to expend any effort or energy to get there.