I read an old story about a New Englander and his son who were fishing in the Atlantic, off the coast of Maine. They had been at it all day, and the sun was sinking low in the west. A storm was moving in and the waves were building higher. The boy, partly afraid of the storm and partly tired and hungry, was ready to go home. He said to his dad, “Papa, right now mother is probably praying for our safe return.” The father understood and said with a smile, “You’re right; I’ll hold the rudder while you run […]