It’s all a bit embarrassing really, but we didn’t intend to
get to America. When our ship left
Plymouth we all sang hymns, rejoicing in our Lord. The wind was brisk, the sails full and
billowing with the expectation of our task.
Then we prayed. All
of us, good and hard. Which was the
problem. We should have left someone in
charge of the ship’s wheel.
As we turned and buffeted on the waves, we trusted God
would steer us along the right path to find our destination. Nobody thought about the solely navigational
reality that we might veer off our intended course.
We were equipped for a difficult and lengthy conversion
when we landed, so as the journey stretched into days and weeks, we did not go
short of rations as long as we ate carefully.
In time, America hove into view, although we did not know
that was our location for some time. We
disembarked and set about doing the Lord’s work.
On reflection, maybe he sent us to the best place after
all. We could do good work here, and we
did.
He knows best.
Perhaps it was too soon for His work on the Isle of Wight.
Inspiration: The Pilgrim Fathers discovering America
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