yisho: ngomgqibelo shout--outs: sbts, cutting it straight, & ministry links | h.b. charles jr. iphaneli yezinsimbi yemoto iqukethe ngokuphelele izikrini ze--elekthronikhi. iphaneli inezikrini ezintathu zokubonisa kanye ne--multimedia eyi--intshi (10 cm) nesikrini sokuhambisa. imoto ayinaso isibuko esiseceleni, kunalokho, kunamakhamera. akumuni yundu walsipelie nimbendo: “Jerusalleme sukundu talko ulu wendo orumume nu naa kanorunuye? Yembo awisili akune ongo maku tokolie kanoringi nalo nu pea naa molko kanoringi. Tenga lupe molkolie okono lepamo.” nirimu. I confess these stories, for a time put an end to all my fine fancies. The storm increased with the night. The sea was lashed into tremendous confusion. There was a fearful sullen sound of rushing waves and broken surges. Deep called unto deep. At times the black volume of clouds overhead seemed rent asunder by flashes of lightning which quivered along the foaming billows, and made the succeeding darkness doubly terrible. The thunders bellowed over the wild waste of waters, and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves. As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns, it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance or preserved her buoyancy. Her yards would dip into the water; her bow was almost buried beneath the waves. Sometimes an impending surge appeared ready to overwhelm her, and nothing but a dexterous movement of the helm preserved her from the shock. 7