“For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand” (2 Timothy 4:6).
The morning paper contained a tiny article about the Fort Morgan ferry that runs across Mobile Bay to Dauphin Island. The cost for one car and two passengers, this fellow said, is $20.50. That’s up considerably since the last time my wife and I rode it with our grandson. Grant was about six, as I recall.
We had arrived at the ferry landing and took our place in line with other cars. I bought the ticket and we were milling around waiting for the ferry to arrive from the other shore. Grant was apprehensive.
“Grandpa, are we going to cross that river?” I assured him we were.
“But there’s no bridge. Are we going to drive out in the water?”
I explained about the ferry boat.
“Grandpa, I’m afraid.”
I said, “Grant, you are with grandpa and grandma. Do you know how much we love you? We are going to take care of you. You have nothing to worry about.”
A half hour later, in the middle of Mobile Bay and standing on the deck of the ferry, my beloved grandson looked up, beaming. “Grandpa, this is fun.”
Almost anyone is apprehensive about taking a trip he’s never experienced, to a place where he’s never been, and with no visible means of transport.