“I’d just know ‘God is love’—‘unfailing, quick.’”
“And you think that would save you?”
The child nodded confidently.
“It saved my mamma, right here. And it saved my daddy, too. Only the wave that swept my daddy out was on a diff’rent kind of sea from this sea.”
“A different kind of sea?”
“Yes. It was a sea called sin.”
The man started and looked quickly away from the child. It was some moments before he spoke.
“Did the wave sweep your daddy very far out?” he asked then, in a low voice.
“Oh, yes! I know, for I heard my daddy telling a man about it just a few days ago—I think a big wave must have swept him out, too—and he said he was like a boat that had slipped its—its—”
“Moorings?”