Volcano

In 1979, I was a deckhand on a 52 foot ketch rig sailboat. We sailed from Singapore along the lee shore of Sumatra. Midnight watch, alone at the wheel, wind steady, sea calm, with binoculars I tried to identify the red glow ten miles off. The chart showed only a rocky island. Onward I sailed, closer to the light. At last, I woke the captain. “What is that light?” I asked. “It is nothing,” he said, “Only a volcano.” He went. I squinted at the chart. It was Krakatoa, off the starboard quarter, erupting still, lava running into the sea.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!
Josh