When I left my pastorate with a church in Aiken, South Carolina in the 90’s, I was given a small gift of a marble and gold metal sailboat that read “A man that walks with God always gets to his destination.”
It sat in my study on a shelf, from move to move, about 10 inches long and about 8 inches high. I’ve lost track of it in one of my last moves, but I cherished it because of those that gave it.
I liked the saying, but I still remember thinking the sailboat being a bit odd. There were no sailboats in that town and there had never been any sailboats in my life.
Today it occurred to me, that since moving to the Gulf Coast, sailboats are all around me and I believe I have finally arrived at that destination…