Singapore is not known for its waves. The surf action is minimal, essentially non-existent. The two exceptions are a boat’s wake and storms. When one thinks about it, in order to be near good waves, one needs to head south to Indonesia or Australia. The only other option is north. For those left on the island, the norm is quiet waters.
Seasonally, most visitors see Singapore as having seasons in the same way. There is only one, often described as hot and humid. With time, one comes to appreciate that there is more than one season. As an example, we are in a dry season. It rarely rains these days. There are spells where it gets hotter, an indicator that the hot season is coming. Relief will follow the hottest seasons with endless rainy days. In contrast to traditional seasons, we skip snow, ice, fall colors, and cold dull gray days. But, there are seasons.
Singapore’s seasons and waters remind me of the views of Divinity. It is as if Divinity is the same at all times to all people. On a principle level, this is true, however in my interactions I find that each experience with God appears tailored to the individual, her/his needs, and the moment at hand. What seems bland or perhaps non-existent is anything but. David noted that he saw that God had “laid out the four corners of earth, shaped the seasons of summer and winter.” (Psalm 74.17) It was as if he was noting a pattern that started with the world around him and went beyond.
In Singapore one tends to forget about the power of waves and everything that comes with them. There is a lot more to the ocean than what one witnesses in Singapore. One has to take note, be willing to experience, to see the seasons. It takes effort to move further to what one often only hears about or experiences virtually via television or movies. The forgetfulness extends to my view of God. There is so much more going on all around me.