Out of the Storm

As we slipped away from Seattle and headed up Puget Sound for the strait and the open sea, I felt an inner urge to be right with God. Even though the war was half over, there was no assurance that I would not be killed in action. There was nothing substantial and concrete to cling to in the storms of my life; I did not know the Savior personally--only in theory. Believing about Him and maintaining a CO status was not satisfying to the soul. On the contrary, it was far more disturbing than i...