Where’s Jesus?

As a young teen, I spent several summers visiting my aunt, uncle and cousin in St. John’s, Newfoundland. They owned a yacht, a 36 foot sailboat, and we spent much of our time on the boat. On one expedition, the radio warned of an upcoming storm. We were far from any safe harbour and big wharf so it would mean hunkering down, anchoring somewhere, hopefully out of harms way.