Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
—Isaiah 58:8
I’ve been living within a short driving distance of the beach for six months now and haven’t gone to the shore for a single sunrise. Don’t ask me how. I could list a bunch of excuses—like being busy, preoccupied, or having a schedule that caused me to sleep in late—but the point is, I was missing out.
Anyway, the first word that came to mind as the morning’s rays pierced over the horizon was “glory.” God’s glory, I suppose.
The second word that came to mind was “assholes,” as all the trash left behind by people the day before was illuminated.
What dicks, I thought. But then I saw a retirement-aged man walking down the beach with a litter-picker, and I thought, You know, if there weren’t such assholes in the world, then there wouldn’t be much good for the do-gooders to do, now would there?
Those are God’s dicks. Those are God’s assholes. Providing balance in the world. They are the night’s darkness to the morning’s light. Without litter droppers, litter pickers would have no litter to pick. They are the reason good deeds can be done, the reason retirement-aged glory exists.
#LetThatSinkIn
And so, as I left the beach that beautiful morning, I did my part and cast my plastic water bottle straight into the sea.