Whales are fantastic creatures. I'm a fan of nature documentaries and whales are a frequent and popular subject. Despite their large size, they are generally characterized as fairly benign and peaceful creatures. Perhaps their size affords them the luxury of ignoring the drama of so much of the sea. I like whales. I like thinking that there are these massive animals moving about our planet just doing their own thing.
When I'm on vacation and near an ocean, I'm always on the lookout for whales. I've never gone out with the explicit mission of seeing one. I haven't taken a whale watching tour or anything like that. That feels like being a bit of a pest. My search is much more passive. If I'm near the water, I keep an eye out, just in case. Everyone knows, sooner or later whales need to come to the surface.
That's the crazy thing about whales. Here are these creatures, beautifully adapted and thriving in the ocean yet still needing air to breathe. It's like they live in the ocean but they aren't really of the ocean. They need to surface, even if it's dangerous or difficult to do so. They need that breath to sustain them as they return to the depths.
Apparently, this is where my mind wanders when the pastor opens his sermon with the rhetorical question, "Why do you come to church each Sunday?"
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