There is Peace

Byron LeavittDarkness, Light, Religion 1 Comment

The little boat flailed as thunder cracked the skies and lightning electrified the raindrops.  The waves thrashed and writhed like children on a temper tantrum as panic crawled down the throats of the boat’s crew and gripped their guts.  Turning to their master, the bedraggled crew cried out, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” Why did they have to yell at …