Father of the whales

We can’t even tend them—whales! God alone sitting with Himself far out at sea with the whales at night; each night; them breaking water’s surface in moonlight, when no one sees. How can we as humans, given so much, not be amazed and humbled immediately by them-breaking water’s seamless surface, unseen, but by God. The fact that we see them at all is a wonder and an act of evangelism on God’s part.

We have our domain, but when we really see the sea and all that happens constantly without out awareness, we know, there is much more.

But, Father watches the creatures of the deep, expressions of Himself when we are asleep. Each night, He keeps watch. Father watches the deep when we are asleep. The hump backs, break the surface of the sea and show their back to moon, in sounds unheard far out at sea, while we sleep, while we sleep…a whale song is heard somewhere.

And, Father knows each whale by name. None the same. None the same. That is enough to astound me forever, and not remain the same! To be unchanged by beholding the awareness of whale, is to be heart numb. We are to be transformed by mysteries unseen–things we cannot fully fathom!

We are not shepherds of the deep; we barely understand the seas, or ourselves, and yet, we have some tending to do there in both spaces.

 But Father sits with the whales nightly by Himself and considers their urges. Father sits alone at night with whales. And their dark unseen beauty of being. Something we may never fully know-how to tend the sea, at least with our awareness. But father sits alone at night with each whale, and knows their names.