The moment they realized the engine was not starting again. Ever. Followed by the moment they realized that their radios could not reach anyone, on the ocean or on land. Those had to be the two most frightening moments. Being surrounded by sharks was probably a close third. How do you deal with that kind of fear? You keep on sailing.
Two female sailors and two dogs, on their way from Honolulu to Tahiti in their small boat encounter a Pacific Ocean storm which destroys their engine. Two sailors smart enough to pack a year’s worth of food, supplies and a water purifier. But, despite their best hopes and efforts, the boat’s sails did not take them to safety. They were more than off course. They were lost. In the middle of an ocean. And the months passed, one, two three, four, five months, lost at sea. Thousands of miles of course, and no way to figure out a way back home. They were really lost, they thought.
But they were not lost. They were just not yet found. A Taiwanese fishing boat found them, which in turn called upon the U.S. Coast Guard, which came to the rescue of the sailors and their dogs. When asked to comment on their work of finding, of saving the lost, Commander Steven Wasson said, "The U.S. Navy is postured to assist any distressed mariner of any nationality during any type of situation." (Source: John Bacon, USA Today, 10.26.17)
It is easy to get lost when the storms come up. And despite the best planning, if you are stuck in the middle of an ocean of troubles, it is normal to feel lost. But someone, somewhere, is looking for you. Someone is ready to turn your ocean of troubles into an ocean of grace.
Define Grace: for any distressed mariner; of any nationality; in any type of situation, the Commander is ready to pluck you up and place you on the rescue boat.
If we believe that this is the mission of U.S. Navy, why do we find it so hard to believe it is the mission of God to do the same?
God is in the business of finding the lost. Mission accomplished.