Shark Attack

I hate sharks. The thought of them has kept me out of oceans and large bodies of water for the majority of my life. Occasionally, I'll wade out a bit, but as soon as anything out of the ordinary touches my foot, leg, or behind, I am dried off in a hurry. Let me tell you why...

Sharks are perfect. As far as ocean predators go, they are simply perfect. 12 to 14 feet of pure, ripping muscle, razor sharp teeth, and one bad attitude makes them pure killing machines.


What if we, as Christians, could be viewed as sharks by Satan? What if he looked into our eyes and saw people built of pure muscle fueled by the Gospel, teeth as sharp as the Sword of the Spirit, and one amazing attitude of eternal perspective. What if he looked at us and saw pure LIVING machines?

Then, my friends, we could change the face of this entire ocean.

Swim on,

Bobby