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
(NIV)
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I’ve been living within 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 I was busy, or preoccupied, or my schedule was such that I slept in too 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 prior was illuminated.

“What dicks,” I thought. But then I saw some 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 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 share and cast my plastic water bottle straight into the sea.

(Kidding)