He just talked to the storm, and it just lay down and rolled over. You might say it's like leaping from the frying pan into the fire. Their fear of the storm was answered, and a greater fear opened up. There's a wonderful poem by Mary Oliver, who is one of my favorite contemporary poets, a piece called Maybe. So everybody was saved that night.
Nobody knows what the soul is.
I find that one of the most arresting pictures of Jesus in all poetry, when it calls him. These are lessons for real life, where every question opens up a larger question, which sometimes requires more courage than the original question itself. I was born, by the grace of God, gay. I came out 40 years ago, and didn't wander into the church until 20 years ago. Just lucky, I guess.