|  | Three 
                                              days into D.L. Moodys voyage 
                                              from Southampton, England, to Atlantic, 
                                              he was resting on his bed, thanking 
                                              God for traveling mercies when, 
                                              he was suddenly startled by a terrible 
                                              crash and a shaking, as if the ship 
                                              had been driven on a rock shoal. 
                                              
 Moody jumped from his berth and 
                                              rushed up on deck. He was told by 
                                              a seaman, that the shaft may have 
                                              broken and the vessel could be sinking. 
                                              He went back to his berth. He said 
                                              I did not, at first, believe 
                                              it could be as serious as first 
                                              concluded and I continued to dress 
                                              and finally go back on deck. The 
                                              report was only too true.
 Moody 
                                              found himself consumed with panic, 
                                              and as the day wore on, his fear 
                                              deepened. Evening came. That 
                                              was an awful night, the darkest 
                                              in all our lives with hundreds of 
                                              men, women, and children waiting 
                                              for the doom that was settling upon 
                                              us! No one dared to sleep. We were 
                                              all together in the saloon of the 
                                              first cabin  Jews, Protestants, 
                                              Catholics, and skeptics
. The 
                                              agony and suspense was too great 
                                              for words. Moody wrote. The 
                                              night passed, then another day. 
                                              On the second evening of the crisis, 
                                              Moody asked the captain for permission 
                                              to hold a service. Nearly every 
                                              passenger attended. With one 
                                              hand clasping a pillar to steady 
                                              myself on the reeling vessel, I 
                                              tried to read the Ninety-first Psalm, 
                                              and we prayed that God would still 
                                              the raging of the sea and brave 
                                              our desired haven. It was a new 
                                              psalm to me from that hour. The 
                                              eleventh verse touched me deeply. 
                                              It was like the voice of divine 
                                              assurance and it seemed a very real 
                                              thing as I shall give his angels 
                                              charge over thee, to keep thee in 
                                              all thy ways. Surely He did 
                                              it. Moody 
                                              went to his cabin, and found relief 
                                              in personal prayer, and finally 
                                              fell asleep. Three oclock 
                                              in the morning, his son woke him 
                                              with the news that the Canadian 
                                              ship, Lake Huron had seen their 
                                              flares and was approaching to rescue 
                                              them. Psalm 
                                              95 now meant something much different 
                                              to Moody from that day on. Take 
                                              a few minutes today and read this 
                                              Psalm. Perhaps you are in a tough 
                                              situation today and God will speak 
                                              and encourage you today with these 
                                              verses. David 
                                              Smith. |