Born Again

ead foremost, and it was by instinct, I suppose, that I im

lly managed to reach the air again, more dead than alive. It was then some time before I regained my breath and fully understood what had happened. I assure the reader that it was not a very pleasant sensation to find myself out in the middle of the ocean without even the support of a life preserver and

the earth, moon, stars and all creation was manufactured for your special benefit; if you could only be shown your actual size in the universe as I was o

, feeling that it was only a matter of an hour or two before I should succumb to the inevitable and sink to the bottom of the sea. Still I was unwilling to giv

me face to face with the God whom I had been taught to believe in from infancy according to the Chris

nce shot and killed seventeen spring-bok in one day, and how I had swelled up with conceit to know that I had destroyed the lives of that many living things. True, they were not human beings, but were they not creatures of nature as well as myself? What right had I to take the life of any living thing at all, let alone for mere pleasure? What excuse could I now offer if tried for that cowardly offence? Would I ask God's forgiveness? If so, would it be any better to ask Him to forgive me just before I died or immediately afterward? What difference would it make? Then again I wondered if God would have any more respect

nd during my life of trials and hardships that courage had never been shaken by man or beast, but now I felt that the crucial

ugh my mind and my strength exhausted, I too