The Hurricane

The fishing fleet set out from port in good conditions and were in regular contact with each other as they sailed out into the Atlantic.

 

It was a regular scene in North America seeing the fleet of boats sailing out into the deep ocean for the fine fish available there.

These trawlers are manned by skilful fishermen and often times members of a close knit family.

Folk gather round to see them sailing into the dusk for the first night of fishing.

The wind had freshened considerably but not causing any alarm as they move slowly across 200 miles of water from the Canadian coastline to the fishing ground.

It was on their fourth day at sea that a message was received, saying there was a hurricane heading out that way. It could easily miss them, but they could catch the aftermath of it.

Several boats were involved and were fishing in triangle giving a good distant between them.

It was as night began to fall that the news came through that the Hurricane was much closer than expected and that it was heading directly across their pathway.

Without a great deal of further warning the storm hit several of the boats but the extreme right trawler was taking a pilot on board for safety.

It was a lady officer who knew the ground well as well as knowing the men and she held the course over the next few hours.

In the early hours of the morning things deteriorated rapidly, the swell was increasing enormously before the hurricane hit them.

The winds were so great that it blew the trawlers of course by some 350 – 400 miles and the waves washed across the boats at will.

As the news reached shore, the trawler with the pilot was hit by a gigantic wave that knocked out the radar system along with the radio.

Tracking was impossible as the storm raged around them but the news was relayed to a N.A.S.A tracking station and the latest hi-tech helicopter set out to try and rescue the stricken trawler personnel.

But with all its latest sophistication it was impossible to get anywhere near the battered trawler, as the waves were far too great.

The crew struggled to stay on board the boat but in one tremendous wave a fisherman was washed overboard.

The orange jacket could be seen bobbing about in the waves, but then the rollers would come and he was lost for a few minutes in them.

Finally in absolute desperation the helicopter pilot decided to drop down and put a crew member into the water as close as he could.

It was absolutely riveting watching the event on television as the two men struggled against the odds to get together whilst unknown to them the trawler was wrecked completely.

Pieces of the boat were found hundreds of miles away.

The helicopter crew member finally reached the fisherman and he was plucked from the boiling cauldron of the sea to safety.

After the drama had been relayed across the television network I sat for a while and pondered a greater rescue act when the Lord Jesus Christ came to save sinners.

In Matthew 27 v 36 it says ‘and sitting down they watched Him there’, we still can sit and gaze at the crucifixion scene with bewilderment.

The fact of who He was and the awful sight He then became, leaves us baffled.

He could have ascended from the cross, if He had wanted too, but it was for this reason He had come into the world to save sinners.

Without the shedding of blood there is no remission or forgiveness of sin’ Hebrews 9 v 22.

The sun lost its radiance as darkness fell across the land at mid day causing great fear to the bystanders.

But the sight was too awful to witness as the Son of God and Son of man gave His life a ransom for many.

I recognise He did it for me, but do you?