I was reading Acts 27 and the seafaring language was a wonderful reminder of days when I lived on a sailboat. Somedays were lazy, drifting along in puffs of wind on a glassy sea. Other days were tempestuous, the sea raging and the boat beating into waves that seemed to grow every higher. There was one rough overnight passage we made along the coast of New Jersey when daylight came we saw that the dinghy we’d trailed behind our yacht was missing. The rope had snapped.

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