As a boy, I spent much time on ships. I travelled half the world on ships. Voyages can be long, and one's world becomes smaller. I have thought of a Church as a ship. One may look upward to the skies, to the Lord. One may look outward to the horizon, to the mission. Or one may stumble from cabin to cabin. The photo shows me on the (then) famous John Williams mission ship, with my mother and my sister. You may click on the photo to enlarge to 65k. OBSERVATION: One sees here my mother's suffering with tropical ulcers, at this point having been years in the mission. Even the photos suffered in the extreme climate -- like this one.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
The Ship Of Church
As a boy, I spent much time on ships. I travelled half the world on ships. Voyages can be long, and one's world becomes smaller. I have thought of a Church as a ship. One may look upward to the skies, to the Lord. One may look outward to the horizon, to the mission. Or one may stumble from cabin to cabin. The photo shows me on the (then) famous John Williams mission ship, with my mother and my sister. You may click on the photo to enlarge to 65k. OBSERVATION: One sees here my mother's suffering with tropical ulcers, at this point having been years in the mission. Even the photos suffered in the extreme climate -- like this one.
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