Sailing … Part Two






From his debut album, “Sailing,” is a song written and recorded by Christopher Cross, released in June 1980.


Here is the video site on YouTube.


Here are the lyrics.


Sailing by Christopher Cross

Well, it’s not far down to paradise
At least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right
You can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me


Paradise can be up, down, all around; I prefer to think of paradise surrounding me. The sailors who later became disciples of Jesus were strong manly men. They had to be. No machinery or special equipment did they have to haul in their catch. I can imagine no tranquility was found as they toiled constantly, handling the sails if the wind was right; rowing if no wind filled their sails or cooled their sweaty brows. They had to have strength to throw out the heavy nets, and haul them in full, half-full, or with little to no fish. Just the wet, heavy, rope net itself, pulling against the waves and the tide, would be a challenge for any man.


It’s not far to never-never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right
You can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me


This man, a new friend, promises new life, joy, the innocence of a child, eternal life-never … never to know death. No pretense here, no reason to lie or mislead, Jesus had everything to lose-his life; they had everything to gain-everlasting life. All He asked of them was to believe and to follow Him. Miracles were seen, experienced, eventually performed by them, as well.


Sailing takes me away
To where I’ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free


Fishers of Men, they were called; a heavenly home of everlasting life He promised; Dreaming they weren’t; effortless the job wasn’t; letting go and allowing Jesus to carry their sins unto the cross would set them free; but was the price too high, for them, for Him? Were they willing? Thanks be to God that they were. In their place I cannot say what my answer would be to that call.


Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I’m sailing
All caught up in the reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won’t you believe me


It must have seemed unreal: the crowds, the miracles, the teachings, the Word taught in a way they had never before been heard; the Word proclaimed with such authority by Him, Jesus. Would they believe Him?


Well it’s not far back to sanity
At least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right
you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me


In three short years their teacher was gone; they were left behind; their world returned to the realities as they had known them. But, that only lasted a short while. These Fishers of Men decided to follow His example. They lived the rest of their lives in service to Him, Jesus, the Son of God. Believing, they continued the ministry; the early Church was born. Thanks to the spirit, the courage, the pluck of these strong manly men serving an Almighty God! Amen









Pluck  :  spirited and determined courage

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