Skip to my lou.
This summer, I ran overnight camping trips at Table Rock Lake for groups of 20-30 kids being watched by 4-6 counselors. Sometimes it ran like a well-oiled machine. Other times, it was organized chaos. More than once, “Child A” would be skipping rocks where “Child B” was swimming near the shore. You can probably see where this is going. “Child B” ducks under-water, playing with his friends (Children C, D, E & F), and resurfaces to a +40mph bullet to the back of the head via A’s laser rocket arm. When reminiscing with a fellow “trip-man” from this summer, I got to thinking…there’s a difference between playfully throwing rocks at your friends (which we had to constantly discourage in a land of literally +1,000,000 small rocks) and skipping rocks.
When you skip a rock, you go all out. No one medium-skips a rock.
How many of us are half-heartedly doing life? Are we going through the motions…throwing pebbles in a non-descript area while our eyes glaze over, and our mind dreams of excitement? Or are we giving it all we have?
Stay with me on this metaphor—Maybe you give it all you have, and you only get 2 skips (Which counts, by the way. One skip doesn’t count. We call that a splash). Are you trying to get three skips next time? Maybe you’ve skipped it over and over, and you maxed out at 35 (and therefore are the Cy Young award-winner of rock-skipping). Do you believe you can do better? Remember, if you’re a Christian, you serve an infinite God.
Until you die, there’s always room for improvement.
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Preach brotha!