“THEY that go down to the sea in 1 ships, that do business in great waters; these see the works of the LORD, and His wonders in the deep.... For He commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so He bringeth them unto their desired haven. Oh that men would praise the LORD for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!” Psa. 107:23-31.
I was serving on the S.S. Kirkpool in the year 1942, when World War II was at the height of its fury. We had a cargo of coal aboard when leaving Durban, South Africa, and we sailed for the South American port of Montevideo, but we were destined not to reach our desired haven.
Ten days out we were waylaid by a powerful German raider, torpedoed, and heavily shelled. It was an awful nightmare. Within twenty minutes the Kirkpool was a floating wreck, tossed and rolled in the surging sea, like some great monster in its death struggles. Her bridge was in flames, and our lifeboats had been mercilessly blasted away.
It was on this same night, after the ghastly shelling had ceased, away on the fore part of the sinking ship, while the great seas lashed over her, I knelt down before my Maker and called on Him to deliver our little band of survivors from their awful peril. This was the first time I had ever really called upon God from my heart.
Captives!
We were forced to take wooden hatchboards and lash them together to form very crude and frail rafts. On these we took to the shark-infested water, and after floating around for some time we were picked up by the raider. Here we were kept on board as prisoners for 24 days before being transferred to another supply ship. On this ship, several hundred British seamen were held captive.
God’s ways are past all human understanding. Physically, our plight was extreme, but it was on this very ship, in such circumstances, that I learned the message of love which brought my salvation. I heard that the Lord Jesus Christ had died for me on Calvary’s cross. I learned that there was forgiveness of sins for me, if only I would believe in Him and seek the shelter of His atoning blood which was so freely shed for me. I trusted Him then and there, and have since found Him to be an all-sufficient Saviour.
God’s Power and Love
Even in a prison camp I proved His love and keeping power, so that on being released, after three and one-half years, I was still praising God.
Before Christ came into my heart, my life could be summed up in two words, “Desperately wicked” (Jer. 17:9), and there was no true peace where I trod. Yet though sin blinded and covered me, I knew deep down in my heart there must be a God. My past sins I haven’t mentioned, but God — praise His Name — has put them from Him, “as far as the east is from the west” (Psa. 103:12), for Jesus died for sinners like me.
He can and will do the same for you, dear reader, if you will respond to His loving invitation, “Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matt. 11:28.
A.C.R.
“FOR THOU, LORD, ART GOOD, AND READY TO FORGIVE: AND PLENTEOUS IN MERCY UNTO ALL THEM THAT CALL UPON THEE.” Psa. 86:5.
ML-05/31/1970