I meant to blog about this last week but my commitment level has been low. Last weekend we went to a car show here on the island with some folks. It was no Rims on the River, but it didn’t disappoint. My good friend Drew and I always try to pick our top 3 whenever we go. I’m not going to bore you with all my picks but in case you wanted to know, this is my dream car.
The 67 Chevelle Super Sport. Something about 1967, Chevrolet was doing everything right that year. This guy did a good job with his, I really liked the color. Do you think our kids will grow up and go to car shows to see a sweet 98 Lumina?
I got a call from a friend of mine this week who lives in Charleston, SC. He builds wooden boats for a living and needed to come to Wilmington to update his captain’s classifications. It’s been fun catching up considering Jen and I haven’t seen him and his wife since last summer. The most recent project he and his brother built was a 50 foot wooden catamaran. She’s a beautiful vessel with a lot of time (over 2 years) invested in building her and we had the pleasure of hanging out on it for an afternoon. Very impressive. So back to catching up — do any of you remember a news story of a Coast Guard rescue about 200 miles off our coast last December? Well, it was this million dollar boat, Kekoa, who took over 2 years to build, and was supposed to be under way to it’s new port in the Virgin Islands! My friend wasn’t on it, thankfully, because they hired a crew to sail it there for their investors. Long story very short, the weather turned rather quickly and the captain apparently didn’t heed a few warning signs. They didn’t haul in a sail before the winds got to 40 knots and by then they couldn’t get it in at all. Because of this they were forced northeast instead of south and had to withstand 60 foot faces for 48 straight hours sustaining a hole in one hull and some lost railings and rigging. A boat made of fiberglass, I’m told, would have been in pieces after just a few hours. After the crew made the call to abandon ship and were rescued, Kekoa drifted for 5 days through more storm before she could be salvaged. When they found her she had only taken on 1 inch of water. Did I mention I was impressed by this boat? First, let me say how thankful I am that everyone survived. I think it’s safe to say we’ve all missed warning signs along our own paths and paid some serious consequences because of it. Second, what a testament to the designer and the builders of this boat. They took so much time for a labor of love, didn’t cut any corners, and used the best materials available for creating something that will outlast conventional boats by 150 – 200 years. Kekoa, though beaten and battered, withstood this storm and proved, in my opinion, that she will stand the test of time. What kind of material are you made of?
I knew it would take me a while to get the hang of blogging. I’m only three weeks after my debut though — I’ve seen worse. I have a friend with a great ability to see analogies of our walks with God in everyday, seemingly mundane things. I think it’s rubbing off on me. I’ve been learning to play the drums as of a few months ago. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since I was 15, but never made the opportunity (I can only blame myself). Well since one of my passions is to continually learn new things, and apparently I’m not getting any younger, I decided to stop putting it off. One thing I’ve found about the drums is that they are actually a musical instrument and not a sport. They have notes to learn to read and everything. I thought the hardest thing to learn would be the coordination, but it turns out simply keeping time is one of the hardest and most frustrating of all. It struck me that in our walk with God the Holy Spirit is like our metronome. In my life it’s easy to be impatient and want to rush ahead of where God wants me. I’ve also found when that happens I get out of step and things around me seem to be out of rhythm. What I end up having to do, just like when I’m practicing the drums, is stop and listen closely to get back on tempo and continue putting forth the effort to stay in time. Sometimes I can drag and need to catch up. The beat is always there — it’s up to us to listen for it and stay with it. Here’s to making the music God intends us to by staying in time with His rhythm. I know my neighbors are praying the same thing for me.