Back to Tybee
Once again, I’m back at my wonderful Tybee Island home, It seems like the past several years have gone by in a blur since I first experienced Tybee, the Tybee Bar Church and the incredibly cool and artsy creative people of the island. It’s like home now and when I cross the Lazaretto Bridge, my eyes always glance over to make sure the Cockspur Island lighthouse is still there welcoming me back … or wishing me a safe journey home.
I brought two friends down with me this weekend to help lead worship at Tybee Church and see the incredible ministry that is available here. We got here a bit late on Friday, after dark, dumped our stuff in the condo and headed for the beach with guitars in hand. Never mind that it was close to midnight … on the beach, it would be hard to disturb the neighbors, plus sometimes the water and sand just calls your name. And it was calling us last night. So, off we tromped into the darkness of the sand dunes guided only by some white images that we hoped was the surf. After getting our feet wet and our toes sandy, Doug and Nick began to play some Buffet, Zac Brown, some original Doug Carter hits and other songs that fit for standing in the surf on a dark island beach and wanting some good tunes to sing … or at least try to remember enough lyrics to sing.
Then, Doug transitioned into some praise songs. No words were spoken from a pulpit that we were changing songs. No paper order of worship was available to see what songs we were going to do. No preplanning had been done. Just three guys standing on a beach at midnight singing and playing praises to our God. I would turn around at times to see the lights on the mighty ships way out in the water, to hear the splashes of fish (we hoped) in the water and the glory of the clouds playing hide and seek with the moon and the stars. We felt the ocean breezes and it was like God Himself gently touching our cheeks with His hand and saying, “Y’all are doing good, boys. Real good. Just always remember that I love you and you’ll do fine in your lives.”
Somewhere around 12:30 or 12:45 a.m. we were singing “How Great Is Our God” and my heart and eyes filled for these two young men of God whose hearts are so full of service and worship, so, God prompted me to pray. For them, for me, for the people of Tybee Island and for the ministry of the Tybee Church. And, for me, it was a beautiful thing. Three guys, three friends, three brothers in Christ, praying on the beach in the wee hours of the morning for each other and for those in this place. It was a true holy moment.
I guess if I had any words of encouragement for you today, it would be this. Find some good friends, head to the beach or the mountains, get out into nature and not be ashamed to sing praises to God at the top of your voices. As Paul wrote, “I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for EVERYONE who believes, for the Jew and for the Greek.” (Romans 1:16). Which also means people of all color, economic status, education, financial position, whom they choose to love, and so on and so on. God Loves Us All and wants us to accept Him and His teachings, believe in Him and how He can change your life and not be ashamed to tell others what He has done for you.
So for today my friends, on a little stretch of sand off the coast of Georgia, this has been the gospel according to Jimmy.
Jimmy Cochran is a resident of McDonough, a musician, a minister and the author of “Being God’s” and “Staying God’s,” both available at Amazon.com.