I was swimming across the lake and at every stroke my head turned into the water. In the shallow parts I saw stalks of vegetation reaching toward the surface and the occasional minnow. As I went deeper, the living things dropped away and were replaced by an eerie green haze.
I felt unsettled, even scared. Every time my face plunged below the surface I expected to see eyes, or a snout, or the back of some great sea-beast. I could sense hungry monsters just beyond the light. The effect was strong enough that a hundred yards out I decided to keep my eyes closed.
Sadly, even when I am on dry ground, this is how I often see the world. I look into a hazy future and the hand of God seems hidden. All I see are the worst outcomes, the wrong choices, the big mistakes, the bad news.
And so I have to remind myself: I had been plunged into the water before this. I am a baptized child of God. Claimed by Christ, I know that there are no monsters, not really. Darkness, devil, death, they have all been swallowed up by the victory of the empty tomb.
In Jesus, the future is nothing to fear. And filled with his grace, I have the courage to swim to the far shore.