Your God is too Safe

I'm reading this Mark Buchanan book that my friend, Richard, sent to me on the beach to refresh my soul, "Your God is Too Safe." It's alarmingly on target. What's funny is that as my two adopted nieces, Angelle and Janayah, were about to crash into the rocks on the jetty, due to a nasty undertow, I tossed the book on the beach and prepared to do....who knows what? I was willing to run in and save them. Of course, I didn't have the foggiest idea how and I had the dilemma of whether to toss off my glasses (and dive into the blur) or keep them on (and lose them in the waves anyway). Thank goodness that my friend Jenna (who turns out to have been a lifeguard) came flying down the beach like a locomotive in an adrenal rush that is sure to leave her exhausted tonight. She literally ran in and saved the day. It doesn't matter that the girls were safely across the jetty now, safe on the other side, though secretly terrified from their near-drown experience. Jenna was there, they were there, and all was well. Except my new book. It got splashed by a wave and thoroughly sanded. And seaweeded. None of this seemed very safe. I'm reading with new fervor now.