Caught in the turbulent seas of a storm ridden coast, a small john boat chugged its way back to port. The novice man behind the helm had little experience with such weather, but was confident that he was poised safely ahead of the severe front to come. Small flashes of light broke through the distant rain bands, followed by calm and muted rolling rumbles.
When the engine began to sputter, the young man’s gaze shifted to the distant shore. Nothing more than a sliver of shadows was present on the horizon. He knew he tested the limits one too many times. He ventured beyond the safe bounds, and the hazards of probability had finally caught up to him.
As the engine choked and the boat began to coast into a drift, the rolling rumbles were no longer so muted. The flashes of light became more vibrant in the dimming light of dusk and storm. The wind grew in strength and was filled with mist of the foaming sea. Knowing only that a boat adrift is a boat destine for danger, his ability to control the situation was limited to an anchor of hope.
With a strong toss, the anchor marched swiftly to the sea floor below. He knew to give himself a fair length of line in order to tow into the coming seas. Cracking skys of wind, water, light, and sound bore fully upon him. His free will was what brought him into the precarious calamity, but a will beyond his own would decide his fate. Surrender was behind him. He knew he was powerless. His decisions had made the situation unmanageable. Perhaps he once believed he was bigger than the power of the sea, but no more. That sort of thinking was clearly outside the realms of sanity. His will and his life were now in the care of a higher power. A higher power to which he calmly and willingly submit. In but a moment, clarity was upon him.