Stories And Humor For Inspired Preaching
It was a trip never to be forgotten. After visiting some friends on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, we were returning to Baltimore, Maryland. Rather than drive clear up to the top of Chesapeake Bay and down the Western Shore to the city, we chose to travel by a ferry boat, from Love Point to a wharf at downtown Baltimore.
We left the Eastern Shore in late afternoon; dusk came on as we passed Fort McHenry, shaped like a six-pointed star. How would we know where to land, I wondered, as we approached a myriad of harbor lights. I went into the pilot's room and asked about it.