Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with Me. Song
of Songs 2:10
Every ship, whether grand or humble, belongs on the salty
sea. The wooden sides, whether painted or plain, knows days of scorching sun or
nights of howling winds. If the railings and fittings be spit shined or rusted
through, this is what every land and sea dweller sees the ship on the waves to
be. But the real worth is hidden deep within in the chest below. The ship is
the carrier; the treasure is her true heart. The Captain stares and caresses her marked
metals for hours on end with a smile of joy only she can give him. Her infinite
worth is intimately shared between the Captain and ship alone.
The open seas are the most beautiful and treacherous powers on
earth. Completely uncontrollable and unpredictable. There is no greater risk
than to venture her waves. There will be storms so severe the ship will be
battered to splinters. Water will rise and flood her precious life.
Frantically and helplessly, she can’t save herself. Wrecked on the rocks and
abandoned by companions. She shreds and sinks. Most of all, the very heart of
her – the beloved treasure in her chest sinks into the sands of time. Buried in
layers of years, the markings once caressed
are now corroded. She cannot rise; she can only wait.
There is an intimate connection between a Captain and his
ship. He has not forgotten and, quite honestly, not abandoned her. Because she
sunk from the sunlight in that fateful wrecking, the ship cannot see that her
Captain hovers over her on the waters above. He doesn’t search for her hull broken; he searches for her heart within. He calls out to the treasure – His
greatest joy and love. Day and night, he calls and waits for her to hear him
and call back. It takes a while to cut through the dark, but the waters that
are a barrier become a carrier of his voice. Faintly, she hears him, but is
helpless to move toward him. It’s almost cruel: how can he taunt her with love,
knowing that she’s helpless to rise to him? Why doesn’t he just come to her? He
never expects her treasured heart to rise on her own; he only wants her voice
to rise to him for his rescue.
A small shaft of light that cuts through the dark and gently
reaches the lock on her chest. His voice resounds her to respond. She doesn’t
open up in the dark or shake her timbers free from the sand. She resounds her
response with the humble rumbling of her marked up, corroded metals – “Come” With greater joy than a sunrise after a long, stormy night –
He dives to the depths for his desire! The look on his face is sheer joy to
recover what appears to be a mess of slivers – but they are his and he longs to
carefully clean her up to her true beauty. She sees light; she sees love. Soon,
she sees her beauty shimmering with even greater value than even before! Now,
the Captain shows the world what only he knew for so long: her true beauty,
worth, and value. He still holds her all to himself, while sharing pieces of
her beauty to all around – bringing the greatest joy to all. Her.
The treasure is my heart. I have been buried in the depths
and tarnished with time. I have been wrecked by storm after storm – more from
the inside than out. Whether my outer hulls are plain or painted – depending on
what the other ships see – the beauty of heart’s treasure has been hidden deep
within – terrified of being lost in a storm. The ship of my exterior may float
above, while the heart treasure sinks and corrodes over years of feeling
wrecked and abandoned. No one even knows the treasure is lost, much less comes
searching. Only the Captain knows, searches, and calls because only He hears
the call of my heart. Only He can search, rescue, and restore.
He knows that my heart can’t rise on her own. And quite honestly, the heart sometimes chooses not to
be rescued. The depths, as cold as they are, begin to feel like a refuge.
Because when hiding in the dark, the storms can never again rip me apart. So
there is a risk to the rescue. There will be storms and I may sink again. So
though I may hear His call, I may choose the safety of the dark over the call
of the Light. Still He calls because He knows that the only way we can be
together and complete our joy is if He dives the depths for me – but I must
answer His call for me. I must allow myself to trust and answer Him “Come.” This is my only true hope, to risk the Light
of Revelation to myself, to Him, and to the world. I’m ashamed of my corrosion
and ugly state – thinking the rejection from the storm will be the rejection of
the heart, which is even worse. But, oh, I don’t know my worth – only the
Captain knows and desperately wants me to know. His greatest joy is not only to
recover me to Himself but to reveal the true me to me. Beauty is revealed only
in the intimacy of the Captain’s touch. True treasure of Us. I rise from the
depths to be His.
