Sail by God’s Compass

Sail by God’s Compass and Map There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship Its masts were like redwood trees lined up in a forest They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity This nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship had a proud history but it wasn’t always full of smooth sailing They had met many different faces of the storms that occur in this fallen world They had battled their way through many storms by their faith in their Creator He through his Holy Spirit He gave them the strength of nerves of steel He placed a burning will to fight to overcome their foes in them that no winds of a hurricane could blow out He gave them a lantern of opportunism that no doubt could swallow up with its darkness They rowed their ores against the waves of civil wars that tried to saw their ship into two halves They fault against pirates who tried to commandeer ships from other lands to plunder their booty and subjugate their crews under tyrannical rule There came a time this nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship became prideful and place their faith in their successful adventure they had and in the booty, they had acquired They decided to mutiny against the Creator In their deluded mines they tied Him up and abandoned Him on an uncharted island The nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship hoisted their sail of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity  when they were on their way they took the tools that the Creator gave them to safely navigate the oceans and threw them overboard They decided to seek a new destiny by exploring uncharted waters They were met by a hideous fierce ogre of a storm that opened its mouth and swallowed them whole like they were a small piece of bread The once strong like redwood trees masts had become dry rotted by the spirit of unthankfulness and were easy for the storm to snatch them away along with their sails the storm-tossed the ship from one wave to another like a clown juggles balls at a circus The spirit of courage melted inside them and they cowered in a corner  For they no longer had the Holy Spirit with them to give them nerves of steel To ignite flames of a fighting spirit in them To give them a lantern to shine a guiding light of optimism when they were lost in the darkness of hopelessness The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship Could have used their ores to row toward safe waters  But they didn’t have the compass of the Holy Spirit to morally guide them in the right direction to the safe waters They no longer had the map the creator had given them so they could find out where they were in relationship to the boundaries of the safe and treacherous waters. The crew of the nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship Could save them self and what was left of their ship if they would untie The Creator and retrieve Him from the uncharted Island they had abandoned Him on in their deluded minds To Swallow their pride and humbly call out to Him to rescue them from the cure hands of the storm To confess and repent from their muteness ways To ask the Creator to restore their ship and to enable them to sail their ship once again under His banner  By using the compass and map He has equipped them with to safely navigate the ocean of the world