The May picture on my lighthouse calendar was most intriguing. It was, however, not your basic lighthouse-gorgeous sunset view-calm water-glamor shot .  Rather, it shows a wet, gray, scratched base, 48ft. of the house itself, a circular walk, tiny railing, and miniature door (looking like an amatuer shot which totally missed the subject's body and face).

But the photographer had another thought.  He shows us an immense wave wrapping itself almost completely around the base of the lighthouse. You just know that-- if you look away for a moment--it will crash down and obliterate the walkway, railing, and door.  So, you keep staring at the picture.

Here's the best part.  Looking closely at the center of the picture, you see a man (3/4 inch tall) standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, leaning against the jam, looking up.  Surely he knows a wave is coming.  He must feel the tenacity of the water and hear its strength as it slams into the lighthouse. How can he look so calm in such a precarious spot?  He must know that, if he runs, he will only be running in a circle, and only into the teeth of the wave, slipping on the concrete as he flees.  Yet, he stands securely by the door.  At just the right moment, he will step inside and go up.  It is the only way he can go.

"I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength.  The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in Whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower."

Psalm 18:1,2