Shipwrecks

I want to share one of my favorite stories. The author of the piece is Anthony de Mello. He considers it to be a “Story meditation.”  The story comes from his book The Prayer Of The Frog

“On a rocky seacoast where shipwrecks were frequent, there was once a ramshackle little life-saving station. It was no more than a hut and there was only one boat, but the few people who manned the station were a devout lot who kept constant watch over the sea and, with little regard for themselves and their safety, went fearlessly out in a storm if they had any evidence that there had been a shipwreck somewhere. Many lives were thus saved and the station became famous.

As the fame of the station grew, so did the desire of people in the neighborhood to become associated with its excellent work. They generously offered their time and money so new crew members were enrolled, new boats bought and new crews trained. The hut too was replaced by a comfortable building which could adequately handle the needs of those who had been saved from the sea and, of course, since shipwrecks do not occur every day, it became a popular gathering place — sort of a local club. As time passed the members became so engaged in socializing that they had little interest in life-saving, though they duly sported the life-saving motto on the badges they wore. As a matter of fact, when some people were actually rescued from the sea, it was always such a nuisance because they were dirty and sick and soiled the carpeting and the furniture.

Soon the social activities of the club became so numerous and the life-saving activities so few that there was a showdown at a club meeting with some of the members insisting they return to their original purpose and activity. A vote was taken and these troublemakers, who proved to be a small minority, were invited to leave the club and start another.

Which is precisely what they did – a little further down the coast, with such selflessness and daring that after awhile their heroism made them famous. Whereupon their membership was enlarged, their hut reconstructed… and their idealism smothered. If you happen to visit that area today you will find a number of exclusive clubs dotting the shoreline. Each one of them is justifiably proud of its origin and its tradition. Shipwrecks still occur in those parts, but nobody seems to care much.”

I use this story to remind myself to keep watching the sea. There are still rough seas, rocks to crash on, and shipwrecks. People still need help. If I am to imitate Christ, can I refuse those in need?  If this story meant anything to you let me know.

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