“Lifeguard Station # 4”
Hot sand, glistening clean water, good waves, and close friends, are all memories of my youthful days in Huntington Beach California.
Before there were hotels, crowds and traffic jams, there was lifeguard station number four. This was a landmark known to my buddies and I, who lived every moment for the sun and surf, even if we weren’t physically at the beach.
The lifeguard station marked our territory for a sandy shelf that seemed to never change its position. It was just off of the shoreline some four hundred yards into the area we called, “surf heaven.”
You could stand upright and only be waist deep in the water, yet experience giant swells that could be ridden all the way back to where you first got your feet wet.
In those days of the early ‘60s we were the ninja’s of the sea. “Belly-boarders,” who came from nowhere and shot through the ocean with the speed of liquid lightning. We could cut the water and out maneuver surfers on the slower “sea slugs” known as long-boards.
They despised us for what we were. In their eyes we should not even be categorized as real lords of the tides, we were inferior beings, sea urchins whose only task was to inject poison into the flesh of real surfers. We were irritants, and should be band from the beaches of all that is good and holy!
To us… we were having just having fun.
The quest for high surf and lifeguard station number four, was indelibly marked forever in our minds as the utopia of a thirteen year olds dream of being something special, something different, and greatly admired… at least by the girls.
We went against the flow, and showed them all. We were not afraid!
It seems silly now, I know. But, looking back and going forward is all we really can do.
I have new goals, a new life, and a renewed quest. I can stand waist deep in life’s ocean of troubled waters with blessed assurance. I am held up because I no longer stand on a shelf made of sand, but on the rock. It is not who I am, it is who He is. It no longer thrills me to be washed by seaweed and foam, for I am washed in the cleansing blood of Jesus Christ.
My quest is already attained through Him. Heaven is real and waiting. I have a new landmark. No longer a wooden structure to point the way to temporal bliss, I now have the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the maker of the perfect wave has replaced lifeguard station number four in my life. Instead of riding back to where I got my feet wet, I follow the one who walked on the water.
Jesus doesn’t point the way; He is The Way… and my eternal lifeguard!
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