Article March 12, 2018 Issue

A guest of God

Virginia Anders

We were sailing from Bora Bora to Maui in a storm, and the sea was very rough—so rough that if you tried to sleep, your head was slammed against the headboard or you were tossed out of bed. Looking out the porthole into the moonless night, I could see nothing but darkness. I felt very alone and afraid.

There was nothing to do but pray. I started by asking God, “What do I need to know? Please tell me—and fast, if You don’t mind!”

What came to me next was a question: Where are you?

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