So the captain said, "Let us pray unto the good Lord; He can do great things."

All knelt on the slippery, slanting deck, and the captain prayed in simple words to the One who was able to do what they could not do.

"What next?" was the crewmen’s anxious question.

"We will wait and see," was the only answer the captain gave.

Soon their danger became greater than ever: a heavy wave broke over the ship and split it in two. Was God trying their faith, or was their prayer in vain?

The crew kept together as much as possible, still asking, "What, now, Captain?"

Still the same answer was given, "We will wait and see."

Through the hole in its side made by the great wave that broke their ship apart, the timber stored in the hold began to wash out. One by one the planks and logs floated out and were tossed upon the rocks. The watching men soon noticed the amazing thing that was taking place. The waves were tossing the logs in such a way that they were forming a bridge of logs from the wreck to the shore!

"Captain, I believe we can cross to land!" Was this to be their way of deliverance?

The captain looked at what was being done by the waves. "Not yet, men; wait a little longer," was his reply.

They prayed again. Light was dawning, and they could see that there was just one space between the rocks which they could not pass. Then, guided by the Divine hand, another wave swept out some fresh logs and laid them exactly where they were needed. The bridge was now complete – a God-built bridge – and over it the drenched sailors scrambled. By God’s preserving care they reached the shore, and climbed a little path to the fields above.

Those who ought to have been on the lookout for those in trouble on their coast seem to have neglected their duty, for there were none watching to give the shipwrecked men any help, but he Lord led them over the fields into a road. "It leads somewhere," they said. "Let’s follow it."

Drenched and hungry, soon they came into a little town where they found food and warmth. The first thing the captain did was to assemble his men to give thanks to God. They had cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He had brought them out of their distresses. Now they were safe and grateful.

Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!

God has made a bridge from a sinful life to everlasting life for all whose faith rests in the saving power of the shed blood of His Son – Jesus Christ. That bridge is Christ Himself. A wonderful bridge spans the waters of death, even Jesus, the new and living way, and no man can come to the Father but by Him.

Who could have planned God’s way of salvation from the wreck of sin? It is not of man’s work, not by the help of angels, but all by His own wisdom and by His own strong arm. The only hope, the only escape from the wreckage of sin is to trust in the Saviour of sinners. Will you accept Him and His way now?

Salvation is of the Lord. (Jonah 2:9)

Since the lighthouse has been on the Morte Rock no wreck have taken place on that rock, but what can we say of those who run upon the rocks of sin in spite of the clear rays of God’s lighthouse. Such wrecks are willful, not accidental, but still that bridge of salvation, that one way of escape from destruction, is open to all who will take it. Only turn from the way of death; only turn to God’s way of life – Jesus said, I am the way, the truth, and the life – and you too will prove that He is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by Him.