| e shimmering stopped, I glanced around. We were on | | | | called miracles.’Everything works according to |
| the deck of a large ship with no land in sight. As far as | | | | universal laws. Know the laws and your knowledge |
| the eye could see there was water—blue-green | | | | becomes power. Yet, even power requires the use of |
| and beautiful. The gentle wind and serenely rolling | | | | wisdom.” |
| waves were soothing therapy. God smiled at me and | | | | Next to us on a small table sat a basket brimming with |
| said, “I thought a change of scenery would do | | | | fruit. There was also a pitcher filled with fruit |
| you some good, especially since you love the ocean | | | | juice.Gideon reached over and poured himself a glass. |
| so much.” | | | | “Try some, John, it’s good,” he |
| The vessel was a tall ship replete with sails and rigging. | | | | said. He poured me a glass of the most delicious fruit |
| There didn’t seem to be anyone else aboard | | | | juice I had ever tasted. Marla took a banana instead. I |
| and I wondered who was sailing it. "Where is the crew, | | | | glanced at God to see what He'd do. Surely, He didn't |
| Lord? Such a large ship must surely need a | | | | eat nor have need to. God picked up a plum and bit |
| crew.” | | | | into it. |
| “Not this time, John,” He said, | | | | He looked at me, winked and said, “I |
| “We’re using a form of energy called | | | | don’t have to eat, John. In the cosmic sense, |
| ‘celestial power’ for navigationIt’ll | | | | neither do you.But it’s enjoyable, at least most |
| be a few more centuries before your scientists | | | | times, if done properly and in moderation.” |
| discover its existence.” | | | | Icouldn’t quite understand what He meant by |
| We pulled up a few deck chairs and sat facing the | | | | not having to eat. |
| wind.It was a delightful setting, to say the least. How | | | | He continued, “You see, on earth you have a |
| quickly one becomes accustomed to miracles, I | | | | physical body made of elements that are a part of the |
| thought. | | | | very earth itself. Your body is a marvel of engineering. I |
| “There really aren’t any miracles, | | | | designed it to be relatively self-sustaining and |
| John,” God said softly. “If you | | | | self-correcting. |
| understand universal laws, you’d understand so | | | | |