Gibraltar at sunrise: the normally busy port lies at rest despite the ominous clouds shrouding the Rock. Dust from North Africa is blown across the Straits, swirling in amazing formations.
To the North and West lie the dangerous waters of the Bay of Biscay and the mighty Atlantic. Gibraltar guards the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea, and the trade routes from Asia and the Middle East. During the Second World War, the harbour here was a major naval base: it offered a safe harbour for the fleet and was a jumping-off point for warships and convoys in the struggle for freedom.
Gibraltar has held this role for centuries. As a natural fortress, the Rock commands respect. As a safe harbour, it has been treasured by seafarers and coveted by the ambitious.
Our ship was a brief visitor: tourists to explore for a day. Tankers and freighters come and go all the time. A secure anchorage is good for business and shelter; but it is only temporary. Ships bring a cargo, pick up a cargo, deliver passengers- then must face the open seas again.
Ships don’t remain in the harbour. That’s not what they’re for! Jon Kuhrt wrote about the similarities between harbours and churches: you can read it in full if you click on the link.
Our church “harbours” are precious and useful. But the world needs a church which sets sail towards the eternal Kingdom- and can take others along on the journey.
“Let us push out from the safety of harbour into the deeper waters. Things may get choppy and feel less safe. But this is what faith is for.”
The Reflectionary 