There is nothing I like better than eating a simple breakfast on the beach. Admittedly, I hardly ever get the chance to do this the way I would like, complete with a charcoal fire, sizzling bacon and scrambling eggs in a castiron pan. Most often, the repast is scaled down to sipping coffeefrom a paper cup and nibbling a cold bagel. No matter. Any day I can have breakfast on the beach stands out as steller. Better yet, if I can have a few friends and family with me, standing side by side, sharing the salt spray and nourishment that comes not just from food but from sacrifice, understanding and presence, I feel like one inch away from heaven. Once again, the simplest of life’s pleasures contain the greatest amount of redemptive grace.