One of life’s great experiences is an Atlantic crossing.
My wife Shirley and I have done it twice, one on the Queen Mary and another on the Liberte, both grand oceanliners.
For the uninitiated, it’s hard to describe the feeling of leaving dry land and moving with baggage onto a floating city.
From then till the far harbor is reached, the trip is one long, luxurious revelation, whether you’re in third class or in a top level suite.
We were young parents, on that first voyage on the Queen Mary, and with our four kids looked after by loving grandparents back home, we enjoyed a second honeymoon.
But the second trip was a very, very different experience.
Two days out from Paris, the Liberte encountered rough seas, which turned into a violent storm. Passengers on every level were tossed about, in their cabins and staterooms, like popcorn.
Feeling myself right in the middle of a cataclysmic, dangerous drama, I couldn’t stand just riding it out in our stateroom. Shirley thought I was crazy when I wrestled on my trenchcoat and announced I was going topside, right out into the storm, to see with my own eyes the very elements fighting over us.
So she went with me, saying if I disappeared she didn’t want not to know what had happened.
Just below the huge smokestacks on the top of the ship, holding on for dear life, we saw huge waves raging in every direction, bashing us, the bow up ahead dipping into the coming avalanche of water, and the waves pouring over as if to plunge us bottom-ward.
We seemed suddenly so small, and we could almost feel ourselves writhing beneath those colossal waves, lost forever at sea, never to be seen again by those we love.
I’m sure the captain of he El Faro, lost just a few days ago in the usually peaceful Caribbean, and the crew of 23, felt absolutely safe even as Hurricane Joaquin grew around it and the 50 foot waves slapped against it.
But then the waves kept coming from the same direction and retreating to the other side, gradually tilting the giant vessel on its side, and to the bottom of the raging sea, with cargo and all on board.
Do you not see that’s exactly what’s happening to our ship of state, that wondrous behemoth called America?
The Bible warns ominously “If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?”
In the very name of tolerance, the“intolerance” of opposing views is being outlawed. In the guise of “women’s rights” an estimated 40 million incipient, developing women have been destroyed on the altar of expedience or convenience. The other 20 million or so are males..so who cares about them?
In the name of “reproductive rights,” Planned Parenthood is involved in the harvesting and sales of infant body parts. Oh they vehemently deny it, saying the actual video tapes of similar butchery weren’t on their premises and under their specific direction, and that after all, they do so many other things for women, as if they’re the only organization that does the same things, but without offering and promoting abortion.
And our president funds their activities with billions of our tax dollars — to the conscious exclusion of women’s organizations that help other women in every way but abortion.
Friends, this administration seems literally hell-bent on silencing Christians, taking away private gun ownership, opening our borders to illegals and even promising them schooling, healthcare, drivers licenses and especially voting rights, while he and his appointed attorney general announced they didn’t intend to enforce immigration laws!
The current captain of our ship thumbs his nose at the Constitution, and to the intended equal authority of Congress.
He and his hoped-for successors actively promote homosexuals, Muslims, and actual communists to created regulatory positions, gathering to themselves uninhibited, absolutely unconstitutional powers.
Can you not feel this ship tilting to its side, dangerously close to capsizing?
Trading known terrorist leaders already in custody for a pathetic deserter, claiming “we never leave our own behind.” Negotiating with our sworn enemy, guaranteeing they will have nuclear capability . . . and even granting them billions of dollars to fund their goals of destroying Israel and America — this isn’t just a nightmare.
It’s real. It’s happening. Our ship is sinking — can you feel it?
Pat Boone's public career spans a half-century, during which he has been a top-selling recording artist, the star of a hit television series, a movie star, a Broadway headliner, and a best-selling author. He is also a great-great-grandson of the legendary pioneer Daniel Boone. Read more reports from Pat Boone — Click Here Now.
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