Article August 13, 1984 Issue

A voyage of spiritual discovery

ALBERT G. NELSON

It was with a feeling of excitement and no little apprehension that I, as a young boy new to the ways of the sea, climbed aboard the old oceangoing trader lying in Glasgow Docks and reported to the officer on watch. I had traveled a long way from the Sea School on the Thames where I had completed my training for the British Merchant Navy, and was glad to fling down my sea bag in the little cabin that was to be my home during the long voyage ahead.

Once we set sail for the open sea and Panama, it soon became evident that life at sea could be hard for the uninitiated. Mountainous seas, howling gales, the bitter cold, sickness, discomfort, and weariness quickly shattered any preconceived visions, earlier entertained, of congenial travel to exotic lands in far-off places.

I was glad I had brought along my small Bible, as there was little to read on board. In my spare moments I turned to its message of hope and comfort, and amidst the surge and blast of the violent waves and shrieking winds, I prayed that God would reveal His presence and fatherly care.

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