Proof The Bible Is True

His name, he said, was Nuke. Of course, I thought. He sure looked the part—a regular nuclear meltdown. His pants and shirt were disheveled. It seemed as if he hadn’t shaved—or bathed—in days. He tied up his old boat next to ours. Just the sight of him made me uneasy. Here we are, Bill and I, stranded on an old wooden dock in the middle of a remote state forest on Lake Michigan, with a crippled sailboat and no electricity or phone. Now comes this crazy person on top of everything else!

 

Much as we needed help, we weren’t that desperate. Or were we? Bill seemed to think so. After telling Nuke about our engine problems, Bill actually invited him aboard and into the cabin below! Not wanting to make a scene, I pivoted and headed off the dock.

 

“Where are you going, honey?” Bill asked me.

 

“I thought I’d go visit the ghost town,” I answered. The park housed an old iron-ore company town that had been well preserved and partially restored. It would give me time alone to think about how to get out of this mess, and to pray. After all, prayer had gotten us this far.

 

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