The beach is a place of mystery to me. Those promises that the children of Abraham would number the sands of the sea sound like well meaning hyperbole – all the beaches of all the shores of the world – not to mention all the square miles of dunes from Sahara to Arizona.
But God knows what he's about, and anyway Genesis 22.17 only mentions the seashore. These five pebbles, lapped by the incoming tide have their own individual beauty, as does each grain of sand, and each child of God. Just as the lapidary rhythm of the waves and the sand smooth and soften the contours, so we tumble and roll in the grace of God, all the time taking shape as the people God calls us to be.
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