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Much as I love secluded saints on holy mountains, I think we need the examples and wisdom of sea level saints these days. Scrappy salty fisherfolk, moms and dads, people who can’t afford to go to the doctor, people who care and don’t have the answers but know God, know prayer.
I keep thinking about sea level saints, and I feel like it’s a life goal, a direction, rather than another list of spiritual success stories. Sea Level Saints have to find peace without silence, without order. It’s an asceticism we could all use.
Sea level saints give someone a dollar or a taco even if the person asking is stoned. They love like water, which will always find its way over or around or through an obstacle.
Sea level saints endure because love endures. They know that a bad year or a wrecked life can still move towards God. Like water that can lift and pull anything, salvation starts where you are. God lifts you like the water.
You can be the pebble that redirects the stream to where it’s needed. Sea level saints are all in with God and will pray for the stuff that’s too embarrassing to print on a church bulletin. They’ve seen some stuff & know how to recognize God’s power in the worst parts.
Their hearts beat, “mercy.” Their hearts beat, “holy.” Their hearts beat, “Jesus.” They can rhyme anything with that song.
