{"id":8239,"date":"2018-11-08T14:39:57","date_gmt":"2018-11-08T20:39:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/?p=8239"},"modified":"2026-02-26T13:41:52","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T19:41:52","slug":"god-the-ocean","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/2018\/11\/08\/god-the-ocean\/","title":{"rendered":"God, the Ocean"},"content":{"rendered":"

A little over a week ago, I got to be near the ocean. I didn’t get to see it. I didn’t get to tuck my toe into the salty fluid; I wasn’t able to wade upon the sand and rocks and contemplate the depth beyond the shore.<\/p>\n

(I was near the ocean because I traveled to South Carolina for an incredible interfaith retreat,<\/a> which I will likely write about later. For now, though, I feel compelled to share a meditation about God as ocean.)<\/p>\n

I was less than 20 miles from the expansiveness of the ocean, from the habitat for more species than I can ever encounter in my lifetime. I was only 20 miles away, \u00a0and I didn’t get to feel the force of the waves. I didn’t get to hear the crash of the water upon the solid rock. I didn’t get to see the movement of water or taste the salty breeze. Not even 20 miles away, I didn’t get to encounter the mystery and might of the sea.<\/p>\n

(Lament is a sacred sound, for it makes manifest our longing for the bigness that is beyond us. I am a lover of the Incarnation and I pray with my feet, my flesh.)<\/p>\n

\"\"
Cape Point, South Africa. Photo by Julia Walsh, FSPA<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Although I am Midwesterner and live over 1,000 miles from the ocean, I have encountered its vastness many times before. I was born about 40 miles from the ocean, in Bangor, Maine. I have looked down into the waves from a plane 30,000 feet above the blurry blue. My travels have permitted me to dip my body in both the Pacific and the Indian. I have entered the Atlantic over and over. I have waded into the water from the west and east coasts of North America and the west and east coasts of Africa. I have walked to the tip of Spain<\/a>, thought to be the end of the world in the Middle Ages. There too, I stared into the sea.<\/p>\n

You might say that the ocean and I have been in a relationship for as long as I have been on Earth.<\/p>\n

\"\"
Cape Point, South Africa. Photo by Julia Walsh, FSPA<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I have understood God as ocean for years, but it has mainly been a metaphor I’ve kept in the quiet of my heart. I really started to think of God this way when I was a new novice with my community<\/a> and my contemplative life started moving me away from the shallow water and into a depth that was over my head. During those days, I found myself praying God, I want to swim in the deepest parts of your love. <\/em> I wrote in my prayer journal,\u00a0God, I want to swim with the creatures that glow in\u00a0the\u00a0dark.\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

On a “hermitage day,” I visited the Shedd Aquarium and sat in a dark room beside panels of thick glass, where I gazed at the beauty of bioluminescent sea creatures. In the quiet and dark, I meditated and prayed. Among the glowing life, I embraced not understanding God’s mystery.<\/p>\n

\"\"
Sunset at Cape Point, South Africa. Photo by Julia Walsh, FSPA<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A couple of days ago, while working on preparations for a writers’ retreat I am leading<\/a>, my study brought me to this letter to artists by St. Pope John Paul II<\/a>, which I didn’t know about before. A quick read brought me to this phrase, a total thrill:<\/p>\n

“Artists of the world, may your many different paths all lead to that infinite Ocean of beauty where wonder becomes awe, exhilaration, unspeakable joy.”<\/em> <\/strong>– St. Pope John Paul II<\/p>\n

Apparently I am not the only one who knows God as an Ocean. Evidently others have experienced how many paths of goodness can lead to encounters of beauty, wonder, awe, exhilaration and joy. This, I am learning, is the stuff of saints.<\/p>\n

This is what swimming in God’s love does: it opens up waters so deep that we can only rejoice. This is what communion with God’s Spirit is: a love so expansive that we cannot explore all of it in our lifetimes. I am not an oceanographer, but I suspect those who are would say the same about this planet’s great seas.<\/p>\n

St. Pope John Paul II’s message is meant for everyone, not just those of us who might claim the title artist. All of us are called to be creative; we are children of God, who is infinite creativity. We all get to washed by this love, transformed by its power.<\/p>\n

And, all of us are called to contemplate the goodness of God, to experience its expansive mystery. We are invited to dive to the depth of God’s mystery; this is a universal call to holiness. We all are invited into depths that are over our heads, where we can swim with mysterious creatures. Our discoveries and encounters in the Ocean will change us, awaken us.<\/p>\n

I am learning that as we get farther from the shore, we will realize that we have always been swimming. No matter if we are in a land-locked place thousands of miles away from the ocean, the Ocean is where we came from and it is where we always are. The Ocean is our true home.<\/p>\n

Will you come and swim with me?<\/p>\n

\"\"
At Cape Point, South Africa in 2002.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n