S. S. Curacao on which we sailed to the Mission field
As we sat in the plaza and saw all the sin and wickedness around us, we were reminded of Paul’s experience at Athens. His spirit was stirred when he saw the city wholly given to idolatry, and found the altar with the inscription, “To the unknown God.” Truly our spirits were stirred when we saw the high spires on the cathedral, and the altar within, and realized that God was not known to the people. The many beggars were a striking picture of the great need of the whole city. The beggars’ dirty rags told of their need of the robes of righteousness. Their bare feet showed the need of being shod with the preparation of the Gospel of Peace, for truly they had no peace. Many of them were blind, and surely they were blind to the truth. Beggars would come and touch us, and ask alms. Like Peter and John, silver and gold we did not have, but we could tell them of Jesus, and we did so. But they were so blind and deaf they did not seem to know what we were talking about.
We were taken by a gentleman in a carriage to see the places of interest in the city, which were many. Then we returned to the ship, but found it would not be ready to sail for some time yet. We seated ourselves on the deck and watched the many boats and launches that covered the waters. The wind was strong and the waves ran high. We saw a small row-boat with two men in it, rowing hard for the shore. It made me think of the great mass of people here who were being tossed by the waves of sin.
“Captain, Lower the Gang-Plank for I am Coming.”
Then the Spirit gave me a picture of the sinner as the small boat tossed to and fro by the high waves of sin. The large steamer, with all her passengers, very peaceful, and with no toiling to keep afloat, represented the children of God with all His cargo of love and grace in their souls. They did not have to work to keep saved, but He saved them and they were at home on the waters of His love. I seemed to hear the Lord say that as the waters of this mighty ocean could come in on that little boat, and sink it beneath its waves, never again to be found, even so His great love for the sinner could come in on his frail bark of sin, swallow it up, and sink it in the sea of forgetfulness, never again to be found.
Darkness began to settle over the waters. The whistle had blown, the gang plank been pulled in, and the vessel was slowly moving away. Suddenly we heard a cry coming over the waves, “Captain, lower the gang plank, for I am coming.” In the dim evening light we could see a man standing in the launch that was coming as fast as it could. Again the cry came, “Captain, lower the gang plank, for I am coming.” It was our freight clerk, who had been ashore, drinking and indulging in sin, until he had almost missed his opportunity to get on board. But at the captain’s command they lowered the gang plank, the clerk jumped on it and came on board.