Gravity and Buoyancy are arch enemies. Gravity wins every time, unless Buoyancy has a larger battalion. (Archimedes’ Law: Fatties only float in a large pool.)
In life, I try to be buoyant; but sometimes the trial outweighs what it’s displacing. The result is dog paddling, which always looks ridiculous.
A Funny: Midlife is when you bounce (a lot), but you don’t bounce back.
It’s all about bouncing back. If we do hit a wall, we might [Boing!] to another, and another, before we resemble the upright buoy. But most humans are resilient—especially those in the faith: I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Php 4:13).
Even the savviest of swimmers gets cornered. Until we’re shown the way of escape (1 Cor. 10:13), there’s no choice but to tread water. ‘Better not settle for a cheap snorkel, though, and get some quality goggles: the Bible won’t break, leak, or wear out. Thankfully, with God’s help, lately I’ve been swimming at a fairly even clip.
Man, before I believed in the Lord, I couldn’t even dog paddle. What kind of fish can’t swim? ………………A dead one.Flotsam: floating wreckage or cargo Jetsam: cargo purposefully cast overboard Lagan: cargo on the bottom of the ocean which can be reclaimed Derelict: cargo on the bottom which no one has any hope of reclaiming
Society would name certain individuals as Derelicts (rock-bottom, abandoned). Maybe a better label would be Lagan (at the bottom, yet reclaimable). Regardless, until one is born again, we’re Flotsam and Jetsam (dead fish that can’t swim). (…having no hope… Eph. 2:12-13)
Floating is fun: it doesn’t take much effort and the sun’s on your face. But floating only gets you by for awhile: you’re vulnerable, it requires a lot of hot air, and it gets you nowhere.
Maybe dog paddling isn’t such a bad idea after all—even if it does look ridiculous.