I once loved a sailor
once, a sailor loved me
but he was not a sailor
who sailed on the wide blue sea
he sailed in an airship
sailed like a bird on the wing
and every evening at midnight
he would come to my window and sing… George Evans and Honeyboy Shields
Satan’s demons slithered low on the cabin floor. A nightly battle raged. “Jesus lives here. Get out!” the First Mate commanded, holding the baby close.
Marked by God. Birthed as a blessing. The child had been noticed by the Rebellion. All hands were on deck, but a mightier Admiral steered the ship.
Time passed and the babe grew in stature and wisdom. “Why don’t we pray for Satan to change his ways?” Goodness asked. And so the prayers began.
But Satan fought the good intentions. He wanted his way and his alone. Though Goodness attempted a counter-attack, the demon mariners fought back. Satan’s battleship maneuvered around the obstacle to return another day.
The child grew into a man. Goodness reigned victorious in the grand battles, but smaller vessels attacked from behind. Cannons and gun fire exploded, creating cracks in the ship’s armor. Water seeped into the hull, but the Royal Navy pumped relentlessly.
The battles were tiring. Sometimes Goodness fell back, thwarted, but he never surrendered. This God-anointed seafarer would never stop, never give up in defeat.
And all of the officers of the Royal Navy saluted.
“Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.” Luke 22:31-32