“In a thunderstorm far out to sea, I was struck by lightning and taken up for dead. As they were carrying me along the deck, I heard the mate say, ‘Poor fellow; he’s gone.’ But I was conscious, and knew all that was said and done. I said to myself, ‘Where will I go to?’ In a moment it seemed as if all the acts of my sinful life passed before my eyes. It was an awful sight. I thought hell was not far off; then I must go there. They revived me; but I had been too near eternity to be any longer indifferent. I fled for refuge to Christ. He saved me. That was five years ago. I have sought to stand for Jesus ever since, both on land and on sea.”
“God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform,” so wrote the poet.
The Bible tells us that it is God who makes “a way for the lightning of the thunder.”
ML-09/11/1977