Sitting Next to the Boat.
(and no, not the boat meaning the butt like in finding nemo. That’s all I think about when I say the word boat.)
Anyway, I’m at the airport once again for the 47th time in my life. I’ve decided that I need to fly more often (as if I don’t enough) because I get inspired to edit my pictures, write stories, blog, catch up with peoples lives, think about my life, plan my life and most importantly learn things like : You can’t steal a boat from an airport.
That’s right, you just can’t. Like you can’t fit a suitcase in an plane over bin. Or like how you cannot leave your luggage unattended while you go to the bathroom. Or how you can’t sit down on the baggage claim carrousels. It’s just not acceptable. I’m sitting next to a boat in the Hartford International Airport. It’s a speed boat, It’s good looking (I even want it), Twin Engine SX210. Here’s the funny part. It’s just sitting here. And I know that it can just sit here with simply a red do-not-cross tape, without anyone attempting to steal it. Why? How can you? I’ve seen man after man, stop whatever they are rushing for and inspect the boat. And it amazes me. The will stop for a boat, shiny good looking boat, but they will not stop for God. God is so evident, so present. And perhaps it’s my typical Christian frustration, but can they not see him? You can’t steal the boat, but you can sure take God with you where ever you go. Unless you want to be foolish and lust over the boat and look silly when your heist go awry.
You can’t take the boat. But you can take God. He’s standing right here too.
