God is not mocked, for whatever a man sows, that will he also reap. -Galatians 6:7
You probably can’t tell it from looking at me, but in my younger days I was a sand sculptor. I was raised in Tampa, Florida, and spent many of my days on the beach in nearby Clearwater. Sand sculpture was one of the many expressions of art that could typically be appreciated in the beach areas. On any given day you could walk along the Clearwater Beach Pier and look down at the sand-molded forms of Mickey Mouse, a horse, a Model-T, or, in its more elaborate expression, even Jesus on the cross.
Of course, at eleven years old, I wasn’t quite as developed in my artistic ability as some of the more seasoned veteran sand sculptors, but I could create a pretty spectacular sandcastle. Since this was before my subscribing to the Charles Atlas Body Building Course, ordered from the back of a comic book, I couldn’t carry all those large buckets of water way up to the dry end of the beach. Besides, I was obviously smarter than those muscle-laden beach bums and realized that I could not only create my art castle under the pier where the sand was moist, but it would also be in the cool shade. I worked for hours. My sandcastle had tunnels, flags, a moat, and even a draw-bridge across the moat. I was really proud of my creation and had worked on it so hard that I hadn’t noticed or even expected the encroaching tide. As soon as I noticed its creeping fingers stealing my moat, I built another bigger moat, then another, and even attempted to barricade my castle with a huge mound of sand. The tide continued nipping, eating away at my art of sand until all that remained was a flat mound of dirt with many flags and straws floating in the surf.
I was really mad at God for this one. He had done some pretty rotten things before, but this was the last straw (so to speak). Mother was no help at all. She even suggested that it was my fault for not following the law of God…the ebb and flow of the tide.
There were other rules of God that I learned the hard way my first summer in Florida. I was pretty shaken when my blanket parachute failed to coast me to the ground after jumping off the pier. (Fortunately, the sand under the pier was soft.) Also, I learned the hard way that I couldn’t breathe underwater like Aqua Man. (I had thought maybe the salt made a difference…never inhale salt water-it’s awful.)
I guess I am still learning about the rules of God. There are rules about what my body needs in food, rest, and exercise. There are rules that relate to my time and my relationship. It also seems logical to assume that there are rules about investing in my growing faith. One is in Galatians 6:7, “God is not mocked, for whatever a man sows, that will he also reap.” I recommend it to you as one of God’s rules of faith. Whatever you choose to invest your life in, invest it wisely, because sandcastles, no matter how great, won’t stand up if they go against the laws of God.
Prayer: You have given us rules for all of life, God, lead us to be wise enough to follow them.