"We are going to do it" The captain decided. "We are going to cross this here great ocean."
"You cannot do this!" Cried the small crew. "We are just a sailboat crew, a small one at that!"
"But we are not in any sailboat, we are in my sail boat! The waves may crash into us, but with my design, no matter how far the waves carry us, we will come back to the surface."
"Well, it does seem ya have here a perfectly good sailboat, with a bottom layer for falling under the waves. Count us in, it could be the experiment of a lifetime!" The shipmate decided.
"Well then, let us be off."
And so, the small crew and her captain, took sail on the double floored sail boat. And off they sailed. At first, the days were good, and the spirit high.
"We may make it across the entire ocean, mates, and not a thing has gone awry. What did I tell ye, anything a person puts a mind to do, that he can do? Aye?"
"Or she!" Cried the little crew mate "ess".
"Aye, that she can little memberette!".
Well, days went by, and then a storm hit. Down pummeled the little sail boat, into the ocean waves. The sails were ripped to shreds and the crew had to hunker down. Up and down went the sailboat, as the waves walloped upon deck and pushed the little boat down underwater.
"It looks like this be the end of it, then."
"We are not dead yet, mateys, have faith!".
Well, the storm continued for 3 straight days. Then it continued 2 more days. The boat was nothing but a little storage unit by this point. All the sailing features were broken, and the crew was hungry and hopeless.
"Now we know, that ye can't just do anything that ye set yer mind upon," glumed the sorrowful captain.
"Aye, what have we done against mother nature to cause this harm?"
"I'll be, if there is a God in Heaven, He would be lookin down on us, ready to help us, aye?" cried the littlest shipette.
"Sorry, sweet one, but He'd be a laughin by now. There is no hope lookin' up to a God in heaven to save us, aye? He would've come down by now and helped us if He were someone to rely on. Anyhow, it is we ourselves who came on this journey, it is only ourselves for whom to blame."
Up came the little ship, and the shipmates went on deck to see the storm clouds.
"I see more storm ahead, we best be catchin some fish to eat before we hunker down." cried the crew mate.
"I think fishing is pointless by now, but I suppose we are entitled to pillage the sea of fish one last time."
"Was it not our captain that wanted us to come on this journey? Here now, let us throw him overboard. It was he who convinced us to carry on this sailboat. He must be the pure devil himself in disguise, aye mateys?"
"Here Here!" Agreed the sailsmen. "If we are all to die out on this storm, we at least ought to put blame where blame is due! We cannot wait for a God to save us when we were foolish enough to listen to this evil captain! Let's throw him overboard. Tis an act of mercy, that he will die afore us, and quicker too!"
"Now look ye here," cried the captain. "We have all given up hope, that's fer sure, and not a youngin among us would decry sanity for a glass of hope. But up yonder, if there is a God lookin fer us, than He surely is watching us as we starve and suffer, and thinkin' to Himself, that there is not one finger He could lift for us sorry little wretches. I here have an idea. That, even the most evil of Gods, could not look down to help us, unless we show a little strength. I here am ready to say that though it is hopeless, and we have nearly died already, that we will face this storm, and as sure as our faith, we will overcome it!"
"Aah, he's gone mad he has," said the hungry little ship matette. "Throw him off before we catch his mental delusion."
"Ahh, we can't." Said the older shipmate. "His faith is coming back. Was it not his faith that convinced us to go on the journey in the first place? Perhaps we are too fast to be concludin' he is wrong. After all, even an evil God's heart would be softened at the sight of this poor captain's belief in good."
"I am sure of it!." Says the Captain, "As sure as this storm is real, our faith is more real. It is our faith that the storm will cease and the sun will shine that will win us the help we need from the great Maker."
"Tis crazy." Cried the hand sailor. "But I like the idea of living."
"Yes, let us not give up! Whether God is good or not, we will have faith that the storm will cease. Come on men, let us pick up what we can find, and get to work restoring our sails. Our faith will force the wind to blow in our direction, and the coming storm will be pushed back out of our way."
Meanwhile, up in heaven, God looked down at a little captain, and a little crew on a sailboat. They were trying to cross the ocean. "Hmmm." God said to Himself. "It seems as if this little crew thinks they can handle the storms of the sea. They are naive and kidding themselves. I will watch to see what happens.
At first, the sail boat did just well, and all the members were happy and hopeful. But, along came a wicked storm, and it would not let up.
"I see these poor crew. They are going to end up dead. They should have known to not cross the ocean. Poor mates! In a few days, they will lose all hope and give up. They will blame each other and end up drowned."
But as God watched, He saw something unexpected. Though the crew had been in the storm for several days, the captain stood up and told the men that He had faith that the storm would pass. He even had his men going about fixing the ship as if all would be well.
God's heart yearned for this crew. Surely, He couldn't stand by and let them fail, when they were so sure that things would work out in the end. All evidences for them at this point were not only hopeless, but beyond hopeless. God looked down at the crew and His heart was touched. His yearning turned into a light beam. The light beam went directly from God's heart to the crew and shipmen.
The waters calmed, and the sun arose. The storm faded away. Bits and pieces of sail boat came by, and the sailors fixed their sail boat.
Along came a steady wind, that thrust the ship to its destination.
Meanwhile, back aboard this ship...
"Aye, I told ye, all would be well!" exclaimed the captain.
"I can't believe it! All of our estimations were wrong, we were saved!" cried the sailor.
"Yes, but how? Was it coincidence that the sun came up and all went well after we had faith?"
"It wasn't our faith that made it all right," said the wise captain. "It was our faith when it all seemed for not that made it all right. Had we had faith, if the storm wasn't so bad, if we weren't driven under the waves, if we were well fed or our sails in good shape, why, we wouldn't have had faith now, would we?"
"Do you mean to tell me, that faith has only meaning, when no other signs exist?" asked the ship matette.
"Aye, little one." said the captain. "It may seem crazy to have faith when all seems lost, but if all isn't lost, then it ain't faith now isn't it?"
"Well, lets one thing for sure," said the sailor, "we certainly won't go on another ride like that one, won't we?"
"Well," said the Captain, "we will see, shan't we?"
Julie T. Bucker
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