This weekend was the "warmest" weekend we've had at the beach in a while, so I was eager to hop on over to the boardwalk. Ever since my best friend Catherine and I began frequenting the boardwalk in high school, it has always been close to my heart. We were supposed to be training for lacrosse season, but it usually evolved into power walking, laughing, crying, and of course, what high school girls do best, talking about boys. If we were really lucky, our training would end with a Slurpee...did you know Virginia Beach has 26 7-Elevens??
Unlike a usual stroll through the neighborhood, the boardwalk is great because you have the ocean (without getting sandy) and fabulous people watching. There was never a dull moment!
Saturday, I attempted to jog a few miles, but let's just say it had been a while and once again, I was having some trouble. As I slugged along, I couldn't help but feel incredibly insecure by all the stylish runners sprinting by me with the poise of a gazelle, while I continued to trudge along looking so NOT cute.
As I continued to mosey along, I was struck with how many different types of people stroll the boardwalk on a regular basis—we have professional runners, runners in the making, walkers, rollerbladers, bikers, and people with dogs, kids, or significant others...It's quite a diverse bunch out there! But different as we may be, we're all strolling along the same boardwalk, beside the same ocean, created by the same God, in need of the same grace.
The beautiful thing about grace is, it doesn't matter how many hours a day we spend it prayer, if we've read the entire Bible forwards and backwards—we're all sinners in need of a Savior, no matter how fast we can run.
1 Peter 3:18 says, "For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God."
Jesus, in all of his perfection and glory, came and died for us, the sinners, so that we could experience a relationship with God. Not just some of us, but all of us. There's nothing any of us did to deserve it....