Thread by @RobbersonJon

There is a 49 foot missionary vessel christened My Plan

What started as an exploratory expedition in search of spreading freedom turned into a sojourn so perilous, two of her crew died. One night while riding six story waves through sideways rain My Plan began to founder.👇🏼

The night sky was so inky black that when a crew member sent a series of rocket flares up, their brilliance was totally enveloped. Like a dying batteries last gasp through burnt headlights.

“Throw everything overboard!” commanded the Captain.

“Pray now!” thundered many crew, 👇🏼

the terror on their faces exploded bright white in a millisecond of lightning.

The Captain jutted his chin into the maelstrom. His jaw grinding out solitary prayers, one arm shackled to the mainsail.

“Captain we’ve thrown everything overboard !” screamed his First Mate.
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“The instruments !?”

“Aye, Captain!”

“The safe? The gold?” the captain’s eyes burned like the virgins’ lamps as did the First Mate’s, ablaze like a thief’s, at midnight.

“There is nothing left, sir, but our food stores—and hope!” he bellowed.

Lightning split the darkness 👇🏼

“Then by God in heaven toss over the food !”

At that moment both men privately thought they heard a raven caw

Several days later when rescue parties plied the glassine shoals they found cases of provisions bobbing in the water but no sign of My Plan.

Her fate remains unknown.

But for years thereafter indigenous natives, from as far as beyond the equatorial unknown, spoke of Bible stories told to them by “the bravest men they ever met”; their comprehension and proclamation of the Gospel Truth inexplicable, undeniable and undying.
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To this very day, all through the cultures of those who were then lesser known there are exists an old saying:

“when you’re down to hope and food and one must go, throw away the food.”

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