Godís bridge

 

 

Years ago a Norwegian vessel, the Odin, was passing the rock bound for Llanelli. It was laden with timber, and commanded by a Christian captain who read his Bible and prayed every day with his crew. During a storm in the dead of night the ship ran upon the rock. There was no lighthouse there then, so the disaster was not surprising.

The doom of the Odin was certain, as it lay alone and uncertain on the rocks. Some of the crew wanted to take to the boats at once, but in that raging sea it would have been impossible for a boat to hold up.

It was certainly a time of trouble. Calls for help were useless, for no human help was near, but they could call to the Lord. He holds the sea in the hollow of His hand, and has said,

 

Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee,

and thou shalt glorify Me.

(Psalm 50:15.)

 

So the captain said, "Let us pray unto the good Lord; He can do great things."

All knelt on the slippery, slanting deck, and the captain prayed in simple words to the One who was able to do what they could not do.

"What next?" was the crewmenís anxious question.

"We will wait and see," was the only answer the captain gave.

Soon their danger became greater than ever: a heavy wave broke over the ship and split it in two. Was God trying their faith, or was their prayer in vain?

The crew kept together as much as possible, still asking, "What, now, Captain?"

Still the same answer was given, "We will wait and see."

Through the hole in its side made by the great wave that broke their ship apart, the timber stored in the hold began to wash out. One by one the planks and logs floated out and were tossed upon the rocks. The watching men soon noticed the amazing thing that was taking place. The waves were tossing the logs in such a way that they were forming a bridge of logs from the wreck to the shore!

"Captain, I believe we can cross to land!" Was this to be their way of deliverance?

The captain looked at what was being done by the waves. "Not yet, men; wait a little longer," was his reply.

They prayed again. Light was dawning, and they could see that there was just one space between the rocks which they could not pass. Then, guided by the Divine hand, another wave swept out some fresh logs and laid them exactly where they were needed. The bridge was now complete Ė a God-built bridge Ė and over it the drenched sailors scrambled. By Godís preserving care they reached the shore, and climbed a little path to the fields above.

Those who ought to have been on the lookout for those in trouble on their coast seem to have neglected their duty, for there were none watching to give the shipwrecked men any help, but he Lord led them over the fields into a road. "It leads somewhere," they said. "Letís follow it."

Drenched and hungry, soon they came into a little town where they found food and warmth. The first thing the captain did was to assemble his men to give thanks to God. They had cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He had brought them out of their distresses. Now they were safe and grateful.

 

Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!

 

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