The Candidate Speaks
A few weeks ago I wrote about the Candidate. The Candidate that is white-hot Holy. Pure. That Candidate met me recently. At the end of October, Ray and escaped for a beach vacation. It consisted of beach gazing, reading, eating shrimp, oysters and fresh fish, beach chairs, watching dolphins, counting fishing boats, watching full sunrises and sunsets over a majestic ocean. We had beautiful weather, we had rain and we had stormy seas as a hurricane was attacking the gulf coast. The beach has been my spiritual highpoint since I was in the 7th grade and took a church trip to Gulfport, Mississippi. There I experienced a new faith, bon-fires on the beach, singing "Pass it On" and a first kiss! That 7th grade little girl realized the beach was the spot where her spirit collided with two worlds. And I've never been same. The Candidate used the beach to teach me. 1. As you stand at the coastline, the waves continuously come in and fall back. ...