Going to the Beach

We went to the beach a few weekends ago. It was Galveston. With its brown, muddy water and dull, brown, course-grained sand—you know, a beach that will never cause anyone to be jealous when selfie pics are posted on Instagram, or Facebook, or insert social media app of choice. Odds are, this beach will never make anyone say “WOW! that’s GORGEOUS, I can’t wait to go THERE for my summer vacation – let me put that on my bucket list!” 

Uummmmm, yeah, said no one ever. 

Galveston is the “we live an hour(ish) away from this beach, and thunderstorms are predicted in the hill country where we were supposed to go camping, so let’s go there instead”  beach.

But you know what? It was still the ocean. 

And even with the not-so-glamorous scenery and the wind that was causing rough, choppy, not-so-perfect waves, there is just something about the ocean. It’s so… big… So powerful. So… massive.

Rolling. Vast. Unmeasured. Boundless.

Sound like a song yet?  More specifically, sound like any old hymns?

O the Deep, Deep, Love of Jesus (written by Samuel Trevor Francis, b. 1835, England):

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast unmeasured, boundless, free
Rolling as a mighty ocean, in its fullness over me
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, evermore…

Just like the ocean rolls on and on and on, so the love of Jesus continues on and on and on for us. Never ending, “changeth never. ” NEVER. ENDING.  CHANGETH. NEVER…  EVER.

This is the tune that I think of when I think of this hymn- it’s the one I grew up hearing.  And I love this version by Selah on their Hiding Place album:

But, in the providence of God, I heard this other version just tonight on Spotify while I was doing dishes and thinking about the fact that I needed to finally finish up this blog post.  So for those that might want to hear a different version, here’s the same words, sung by Audrey Assad on her Inheritance album to a tune that might be more familiar to you:

Still beautiful.  Still rolling – just like the ocean.  Just like Jesus’ love for us.  NEVER. ENDING.

There is something special about going to the ocean.

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