Is Your Faith Doing the Dead Man's Float?

Is Your Faith Doing the Dead Man's Float?

Ginger Plowman

I’ve had one too many household chores, one too many appointments, and
one too many items on my to-do-list this month. With eight phone calls
and twenty-three emails to return, two piles of laundry to fold and
several errands to run, I decided to throw all inklings of
responsibility to the wind. “Kids, grab the towels and the sun screen!
We’re gonna indulge in an all day relaxathon at the pool!”

Squeals of delight echoed through the house as two over excited
children danced a jig while changing into their swimsuits. As we
climbed into the car, I noticed some intense conspiring was going on
between brother and sister. “Can we invite friends to come?” came the
result of the whispering. I found this request to be perfect, as my
definition of “friends at the pool” is ones who play with your kids so that mommy doesn’t have to participate in fifteen rounds of Marko Polo. “Sure,”
I grinned, satisfied at my ability to win the greatest mom in the world
award while accommodating my own agenda to “veg” by the pool.

We arrived at the pool, and the kids immediately became enamored
with fun in the sun. With my book, my sunglasses, and my jumbo sweet
tea, I stretched out on the lounge chair. Finally, a little rest and
relaxation. A sigh of contentment escaped my lips as I reflected on the
sheer brilliance of my plan for the day.

In between chapters two and three of my high suspense novel, I
lowered my book to check on the children. Isn’t it amazing how people
can experience a shift of emotions in the blinking of an eye? I went
from total contentment to total terror in a split second. In the center
of the pool, floating face down was five-year-old Matthew (one of my
children’s friends). The site of his lifeless form sent a flash of heat
and a wave of nausea through my entire body. “Oh, Jesus, please!” I
yelled as I leaped from my chair and dove into the water. The
adrenaline rush threatened to paralyze my muscles, and I seemed to move
in slow motion. My face twisted in emotion as my heart told me that it
was too late; this child had drowned.

When I got within two feet of Matthew, he popped up, took a deep breath, and began another session of the dead man’s float.

“Matthew!” I yelled with a voice that quivered from a mixture of
fear and relief, “Have you lost your mind? I thought you had drowned!”
Contemplating drowning the child myself I continued, “Do you know how
scared I was? I thought I had lost you!” Not grasping the level of
anxiety he had caused, Matthew shrugged his shoulders, readjusted his
blue dolphin goggles, and swam off. Needless to say, it was hard to
capture the serene sense of calm I had enjoyed before the raising of
Lazarus.

Once my heart rate had dropped back to a normal level and the nausea
passed, I began to ponder the similarities of Matthew’s Broadway
production with our walk with Christ. I began to wonder if the sense of
sadness, desperation, panic, and sorrow that I felt when I saw
Matthew’s lifeless body is the same way our heavenly Father feels when
we, His children, do the dead man’s float in our spiritual lives. Does
He grieve at the mere possibility of loosing us to the snares of the
world? Does He run full speed to try and rescue His drowning beloved?
You bet He does. He is our Father and we are his children. The love we
have for our own children is only a fraction of the love our Father has
for us. "For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him” (Psalm 103:11).

We must be aware of the dangers of floating in our spiritual lives,
because a body that floats will eventually sink. We may be tempted to
skip our prayer time and put off nourishing ourselves with His Word day
after day. It is during these times of floating that temptation can
take us under. We may float through life for a while neither swimming
nor sinking, but eventually our sins will weigh us down and cause us to
sink deeper and deeper into despair.

We must swim the race. I realize that the Bible says we must “run
the race” but work with me here. I say we must swim the race with
eagerness, in such a way as to win the prize. Spend time with Jesus,
read His Word, and let His living water be the strong current that
keeps you swimming in the right direction. And whatever you do—never
stop to float!

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