A FURIOUS storm was raging in the middle of the Atlantic and the ship, Cornelia, was in great danger as the mountainous waves rolled over her decks.
The captain and crew did everything in their power to keep her afloat. All the sails were taken down and fastened, but now the tackling in the top of the high mast broke loose. The captain called one of the sailor boys and said to him, "Henry, climb up there and fasten those ropes."
Poor Henry was only a slightly built little fellow. He looked up, at the high mast, then down at those foaming waves beneath and disappeared into the cabin. A few moments later he re-appeared and one of the passengers watched the boy anxiously as he climbed the great tall mast. There he was hanging in the rigging. The wind stormed and raged, but Henry hung on firmly. Fifteen minutes later he was again on deck in safety.
The passenger went up to him and asked him if he had not been afraid, and why he had gone first into the cabin.
"I thought that I might perhaps not come down alive, so I went to my cabin and asked the Lord to take me to be with Himself."
"Do you pray often, my boy?" "Yes, Sir."
"Where did you learn to pray?"
"At home. Mother sent me to Sunday school. The teacher told me to pray to God and ask Him to keep me, and I have done this ever since."
"Whoso trusteth in the Lord shall be safe."
Messages of the Love of God 10/12/1975