Vision: The Beach
2nd April 2015
I saw a vast beach with white sandy shores and a still blue sea. All along this beach, which stretched for miles, lay sun-bathers, some alone, others in twos or threes.
The waters were motionless and there was barely a breeze blowing. Nonetheless, despite the sunny blue skies, the temperatures were thus far bearable.
These persons, who lay on the beach, seemed to have been there for a long time.
They were idlers.
Lazy to the core, they did not even answer their own phone, or swat the fly that sat on their ankle.
They would shout out to passers-by making the now all-too-familiar requests from strangers:
“Hey, could somebody answer that call and tell them I’m busy?”
“Please could you swat that fly that is so annoying me?”
“Hey, my back’s all sun burnt, what do I do now?”
If the passer-by answered, “ Your back is all burnt, all you need to do is turn, and tan the other side..”, the idlers would quickly shout back, “ Hey could you help me ….”
If any passers-by said, “ Do it yourself!”
The idlers would give their standard response, “ya, that’s an idea ……will do…….. tomorrow maybe ?”
They were procrastinators.
These idlers and procrastinators did nothing for themselves. Once the passers-by became familiar with the lazy ways of these idlers and their frivolous demands, they walked as far away from them as was possible.
It did not stop the scroungers from continuing to call for help.
“Could someone reach in my bag and hand me a towel?”
“Could someone carry me to the sea, and hold me while I swim, and carry me back?”
Come-on you guys, the sea is barely a foot or so away from my big toe. Why are you walking away so fast? Has the world lost it’s compassion?”
These layabouts hated responsibility and had shirked from doing any kind of work. Sloppily attired they lay where they lay and continued to moan and groan and speak into the air, and make ludicrous demands and put off to the morrow all that they ought to have done that day.
Such idlers and procrastinators were lazing around on beaches all around the world. All the seashores looked similarly still. While others went to work, these layabouts idled their time away on the white sands. They shirked from duties, shirked from responsibilities, shirked from life.
World over, all at the same time, from right beside where these idlers lay, shot up, what at first looked like an large orange hose.
But it was not a hose, it was a fire that rose heaven-ward. A stormy wind shook everything in it’s path and the still waves were now violently tossing and turning. Nothing in the environment was immune to the sudden change. Shocked and utterly shaken by this extraordinary sight, the idlers immediately stood to their feet. No sooner had they done that that the sandy spot they had laid on for so long, exploded with a devastating sound such as none in the vicinity had ever heard before.
Out of the explosion, from deep within hidden places came forth a fountain of bibles.
The flood of bibles now stood in neat tall piles like pillars. The wind moved the sand, the waters, the people, but the bibles stood in their place, untouched by the adverse weather conditions.
All this happened quickly. The idlers were trembling, shaking, falling prostrate, rising up, weeping, kneeling, crying aloud, repenting; piercing shrieks filled the air. These layabouts were crying out to God for mercy.
The air was filled with heart-rending cries. As they wiped their tears, they reached for their bags that had remained untouched for a long time. They pulled out clothing that had remained inside, rolled away in a corner.
They dressed themselves and pulled out from under the sand, the large bags which had contained the bibles.
They had buried these a long time ago.
Tears streamed down their faces as they recalled the past and how they had been planning to head for the harbor to arrange for the distribution of bibles world-wide, when en route, this beach caught their eye. As they had stood gazing longingly at the sandy shores, suddenly the bible bags they were wheeling, seemed heavier. They decided to bury the bibles and thought they could always obey God later at a more convenient time.
The beach had looked so inviting. They had deluded themselves into believing they were living their dream.
They called that a life of leisure.
Now a dark cloud had blanketed the entire length of all such beaches world over.
As these awakened ones made their way to the main road, they met a friendly fisherman who inquired as to what they were carrying in those bags and where they were headed.
“These are bibles, and we will be delivering them to such and such lands.” replied one of them.
The fisherman looked astonished, “But you could lose your lives, those nations have volatile and despotic governments.”
The awakened ones smiled and nodded. Looking to the bags full of bibles, and then at the beach behind them the eldest among them said, “We would rather be distributing these bibles in those countries and lose our lives there, than be lying idle here on that beach wasting away our precious lives.”
72 The law of thy mouth is better unto me than thousands of gold and silver.