13 May 2012

posted 24 May 2012, 04:42 by C S Paul

13 May 2012

The Cross

The power of the cross...an incredible story

In 1967 while I was taking a class in photography at the University of Cincinnati, I became acquainted with a young man named Charles Murray, who was also a student at the school and training for the summer Olympics of 1968 as a high diver. 

Charles was very patient with me as I would speak to him for hours about Jesus Christ and how He had saved me. Charles was not raised in a home that attended any kind of church, so all that I had to tell him was a fascination to him. He even began to ask questions about forgiveness of sin. Finally the day came that I put a question to him. I asked if he had realized his own need of a redeemer and if he was ready to trust Christ as his own Saviour. I saw his countenance fall and the guilt in his face. But his reply was a strong 'no'. 

In the days that followed he was quiet and often I felt that he was avoiding me, until I got a phone call from him. He wanted to know where to look in the New Testament for some verses that I had given him about salvation. I gave him the references to several passages and asked if I could meet with him. He declined my offer and thanked me for the scripture. I could tell that he was greatly troubled, but I did not know where he was or how to help him.

Because he was training for the Olympic Games, Charles had special privileges at the University pool facilities. Sometime between 10:30 and 11:00 that evening he decided to go swim and practice a few dives. It was a clear night in October and the moon was big and bright. 

The University pool was housed under a ceiling of glass panes so the moon shone brightly across the top of the wall in the pool area. Charles climbed to the highest platform to take his first dive. At that moment the Spirit of God began to convict him of his sins. All the scripture he had read, all the occasions of witnessing to him about Christ flooded his mind. 

He stood on the platform backwards to make his dive, spread his arms to gather his balance, looked up to the wall and saw his own shadow caused by the light of the moon. His shadow was in the shape of a cross. He could bear the burden of sin no longer. His heart broke and he sat down on the platform and asked God to forgive him and save him. 

He trusted Jesus Christ twenty some feet in the air. 

Suddenly, the lights in the pool area came on. The attendant had come in to check the pool. As Charles looked down from his platform he saw an EMPTY pool which had been drained for repairs.

He had almost plummeted to his death, but the cross had stopped him from disaster.
Galatians 6:14


by Lew Wallace

Part Three

In Italy, Greek pirate-ships have been looting Roman vessels in the Aegean Sea. The prefect Sejanus orders the Roman Quintus Arrius to take warships to combat the pirates. 

Judah is a galley slave rowing chained on one of the Roman warships. He had survived three hard years, fueled by his passion for vengeance. Arrius is impressed by Judah and finds out more about his life and his story. 

The ship is attacked by pirates and the ship is sunk. Judah uses a plank as a raft. Arrius surfaces besides him and the two of them hold on until a Roman ship appears and rescues them. They return to Misenum and Judah is adopted by the influential Arrius, becoming a Roman citizen.


The city of Misenum gave name to the promontory which it crowned, 

a few miles southwest of Naples. An account of ruins is all that 

remains of it now; yet in the year of our Lord 24--to which it is 

desirable to advance the reader--the place was one of the most 

important on the western coast of Italy.

    [1] The Roman government, it will be remembered, had two harbors in

 which great fleets were constantly kept--Ravenna and Misenum.

In the year mentioned, a traveller coming to the promontory to 

regale himself with the view there offered, would have mounted 

a wall, and, with the city at his back, looked over the bay of 

Neapolis, as charming then as now; and then, as now, he would 

have seen the matchless shore, the smoking cone, the sky and 

waves so softly, deeply blue, Ischia here and Capri yonder; 

from one to the other and back again, through the purpled air, 

his gaze would have sported; at last--for the eyes do weary of the 

beautiful as the palate with sweets--at last it would have dropped 

upon a spectacle which the modern tourist cannot see--half the 

reserve navy of Rome astir or at anchor below him. Thus regarded,

Misenum was a very proper place for three masters to meet, and at 

leisure parcel the world among them. 

In the old time, moreover, there was a gateway in the wall at a 

of a street which, after the exit, stretched itself, in the form of 

a broad mole, out many stadia into the waves.

certain point fronting the sea--an empty gateway forming the outlet.

The watchman on the wall above the gateway was disturbed, one cool 

September morning, by a party coming down the street in noisy 

conversation. He gave one look, then settled into his drowse 


to be continued