(Continued from Part I, below)
As we reached the beach, I saw that the area was roped off with a single yellow nylon cord. A city ordinance sign served as one of the posts holding the cord. The sign said something like: “San Diego city ordinance designates this area as a beach open to the public. Please respect the natural wildlife of the area. This beach does not meet water quality safety standards.”
Seeing the sign, I saw that Gunter’s interpretation was correct, so I began to slowly and cautiously approach the seals. I ducked under the yellow nylon cord. As soon as I did so, I heard catcalls from up above saying, “Get away from the seals! Ma’am! Get away from the seals!” Having been forewarned, I ignored the harassment.
To see the seals up close with their cute little pups was a treat, but the annoying calls continued from above as I inched slowly toward them. Now the seals started looking at me, and started inching backward. I saw they would not let me move any closer. One seal entered the water, and I headed back toward Gunter. The other seals followed the first one, and I felt the disapproval of the onlookers as their observation opportunity swam away.
Gunter and I walked back up the stairs, and I confess, I was slightly embarrassed. No one really paid any attention to me, however; I wasn’t approached by an angry mob at all. We continued our stroll, and a few yards beyond the steps we saw a booth set up by the “Save Our Seals” group. We were cutting a wide swath around the booth, but the young woman who was selling t-shirts and stuffed seals there had her eye on me. “Ma’am! Ma’am! Could I talk to you?”
Reluctantly I approached the booth, and the young activist proceeded to lecture me. “Ma’am, did you hear me telling you to stay away from the seals?”
“Yes, but the sign says it’s a public beach.”
“I had to report you because you didn’t listen to me. Flushing seals is against the law.”
Gunter and the woman then entered into a debate about who has the right to the beach, and after a few exchanges, we walked on. We joked about how my husband would feel about having to come to San Diego to bail me out of jail for seal flushing. And how I would feel returning to Minnesota branded as an ignominious seal-flusher.
It wasn’t until I was back in Minnesota about a week later and I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep. That doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I find the Lord may want to “do business” with me. So I began praying about an issue that had come up for me in something I’d been reading. I knew I had shame issues to bring to the Lord. As soon as I started talking to Him about my shame, He turned the light on. That’s what the seal Nazi incident had been all about.
Jesus warned us that the enemy comes only to steal, kill, and destroy. Even for the believer, he attempts to steal our identity, kill our confidence, and thereby destroy our effectiveness for Kingdom work. The Bible is very clear about who I am in Christ. The sign is plainly posted in Colossians 2:13-14: “Having forgiven you all trespasses, blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross.”
We have complete freedom, but our shame holds us back. Our shame is nothing but a single yellow nylon cord, easily crossed, but we dare not do so. Why? Because as soon as we do, the catcalls from the enemy, the world’s most experienced “activist,” begin. “That’s not allowed! You can’t do that! You will be reported!” Predictably, we believe the empty threats of the enemy rather than the clear Word that has been posted for us. Crowds of people hold themselves back for every one who breaks through. And territory designated for the Kingdom remains unclaimed.
How good of the Father to guide me along my own personal field trip on the shore of the Pacific Ocean (“ocean of peace”) to teach me this lesson! My Father must really love me.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Re-parenting and Seal Nazis, Part I
Last March I traveled to San Diego to visit with my two sisters. It turned out to be a weekend in which I experienced God’s gentle re-parenting in a way I seldom have before.
From the moment my two sisters and brother-in-law Gunter met me at the airport, the tone was set. Gunter greeted me with, “You are in such good shape! You looked like a little girl coming down the escalator.” From then on, Gunter, who is about 20 years older than I, assumed a fatherly role toward me, introducing me at restaurants and elsewhere as his “daughter” (while at the same time trying to obtain “senior discounts” for me!).
My own dad has been in Heaven for more than eight years. He wasn’t the easiest person to get along with, but there was never a doubt in my mind that I occupied a very special place in his heart. When he looked at me and spoke to me, I could sense that he liked me for who I am and that he was glad I was in the world. In recent years as I have seen the devastating effects produced when fathers don’t communicate those feelings to their children, I appreciate my dad more.
Gunter continued to stand in for my dad that weekend. He took us to an arboretum, causing me to recall the many outings my dad and I took to the Como Park conservatory and, after he moved to Texas, to southern public gardens. I can hardly look at a flower or read a placard of the name of a tree or bush without recalling my dad’s love of botany.
Later he led us on a guided tour along the rough, rocky shore of the Pacific at La Jolla. Picking our way around the tide pools, I felt like I was following my dad along the North Shore of Lake Superior, one of his favorite getaway spots.
As we approached a small inlet, Gunter warned, “Watch out for the ‘Seal Nazis.’” He gave us the background of the local controversy over whether seal or human offspring should have the right to use this little bay: A wealthy heiress donated the beachfront property to the city of San Diego, constructing a breaker to protect the area, and designating it for use as a children’s swimming beach. Environmental activists, however, seeing that seals liked the area, too, particularly during pupping season, lobbied to keep humans away. The latest court battle found in favor of humans since it is hard to deny the explicit purpose for which the land was donated to the city. The “Seal Nazis,” however, had no intention of giving up their cause so easily.
Now, as we overlooked the beach from an observation area above, we saw no little humans frolicking in the surf. Instead, about a dozen seals with their pups crowded the shore, basking in the sun next to the water. It was an amazing sight. People were lined up along a guardrail next to us watching the seals, and across the way the top of the breakwater was full of observers, as well. There were steps going down to the beach, and I asked Gunter if we could go down there. He said that, yes, it was allowed and perfectly legal. So I said, “Let’s go.” Gunter and I started walking down; my sisters stayed behind.
(continued: see Part II above!)
From the moment my two sisters and brother-in-law Gunter met me at the airport, the tone was set. Gunter greeted me with, “You are in such good shape! You looked like a little girl coming down the escalator.” From then on, Gunter, who is about 20 years older than I, assumed a fatherly role toward me, introducing me at restaurants and elsewhere as his “daughter” (while at the same time trying to obtain “senior discounts” for me!).
My own dad has been in Heaven for more than eight years. He wasn’t the easiest person to get along with, but there was never a doubt in my mind that I occupied a very special place in his heart. When he looked at me and spoke to me, I could sense that he liked me for who I am and that he was glad I was in the world. In recent years as I have seen the devastating effects produced when fathers don’t communicate those feelings to their children, I appreciate my dad more.
Gunter continued to stand in for my dad that weekend. He took us to an arboretum, causing me to recall the many outings my dad and I took to the Como Park conservatory and, after he moved to Texas, to southern public gardens. I can hardly look at a flower or read a placard of the name of a tree or bush without recalling my dad’s love of botany.
Later he led us on a guided tour along the rough, rocky shore of the Pacific at La Jolla. Picking our way around the tide pools, I felt like I was following my dad along the North Shore of Lake Superior, one of his favorite getaway spots.
As we approached a small inlet, Gunter warned, “Watch out for the ‘Seal Nazis.’” He gave us the background of the local controversy over whether seal or human offspring should have the right to use this little bay: A wealthy heiress donated the beachfront property to the city of San Diego, constructing a breaker to protect the area, and designating it for use as a children’s swimming beach. Environmental activists, however, seeing that seals liked the area, too, particularly during pupping season, lobbied to keep humans away. The latest court battle found in favor of humans since it is hard to deny the explicit purpose for which the land was donated to the city. The “Seal Nazis,” however, had no intention of giving up their cause so easily.
Now, as we overlooked the beach from an observation area above, we saw no little humans frolicking in the surf. Instead, about a dozen seals with their pups crowded the shore, basking in the sun next to the water. It was an amazing sight. People were lined up along a guardrail next to us watching the seals, and across the way the top of the breakwater was full of observers, as well. There were steps going down to the beach, and I asked Gunter if we could go down there. He said that, yes, it was allowed and perfectly legal. So I said, “Let’s go.” Gunter and I started walking down; my sisters stayed behind.
(continued: see Part II above!)
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