(Sometimes Pause For Thought Scripts on radio need to be different than Soul Surmise blogs. This morning’s Pause For Thought on Vanessa Feltz was one such. In italics below was my original ending. It is more Blog than Thought!)
Ballycastle Bay. On the north coast of Northern Ireland. I have a house with my job, so we bought a house there by the sea. Christmas, Easter, half terms and a few weeks in the summer we get to walk the beach every single evening. Out of the city. Basking in nature. It never disappoints.
Between the green of the golf course and the blue of the sea, we walk on the beach, its patterns of sand and stones shifting with every tide.
A few miles out to sea Rathlin Island gives the horizon a rugged scenic beauty, maybe 15 miles behind it the Mull Of Kintyre. Walk one way up the beach and you are gazing at the majestic Fair Head, strutting veins of rock with heaven in the detail.
Turn and walk back down the beach and the town snuggles in and we time it to watch the sun setting in behind, beyond Kinbane Head, the red orange glow of the day’s farewell dancing across the sea to meet us on the shore.
This is our close to nature, our mystical retreat, our trysting place, our soul space.
And As I walk with my wife Janice and Odie our dog, I often think about God’s imagination. Somewhere in the dark chaos of an unformed world God imagined. The colour green. The colour blue. The hardness of rock. The fluidity of the sea. The softness of sand.
I often wonder did he imagine green meeting blue with a wee thin line of golden beach between… and what if we then turned the the big sky a glowing orange… and then imagine setting two lovers hand in hand walking the scene.
God imagined. Christians believe he imagined humans and actually made them to be like himself. So… if we pause for thought… we have that same imagination pulsing through us .
Maybe you don’t think so, but what colour is your bedroom walls, the curtains? How did you fix your hair in the mirror today? What are you wearing? We are always using imagination.
What then about the bigger things? What is up ahead this week? What are the crisis that might become interesting challenges with imagination The opportunities that might make a difference. Can we fire the imagination that fires our Ballycastle evenings to help us change a little bit of the world?