THE SCRIPTURES IN STORIES
DEFYING GRAVITY
‘Que sera sera… whatever… be will…’ Phew.
I could hear my worry therapy whispering back to me as I sang ‘‘I am not gonna work this time
around’.
I turned to lean on one of the ship’s posts and everything that happened that day flashed through
my mind.
‘How can a man feed so many people with just five loaves of bread and two fishes’. I heard
someone grumble behind me and then I realised I had actually spoken out. I seemed to have
forgotten that not everyone on this boat supports...