Flipping through the channels this past week I happened on a news program in which elderly people were being asked to share their “wisdom”. One man, named Henry, had just celebrated his 100th birthday, so he became the focus of many of the questions. The one thing he talked about that made an impression on me was his experience as a sailor in the South Pacific way back in 1915. He spoke about having to be rescued in the midst of a terrible storm. He said that his ship was bouncing and pitching all over the place as it was swamped by huge waves and terrible winds. Visibility was near zero and, he added that this was before the use of radar. He could barely make out the rescue ship which had managed to pull along side his ship.    He said “I had only one chance to jump and I couldn’t see much at all; I was pretty scared because I had no idea if I would end up on the deck of that other ship or in the drink!  I just told God that he had to point my feet in the right direction and that I was counting on him.  Well, I’m here, so God must have known what he was doing!”    The interviewer asked him if he had any “wisdom” he wanted to pass on to people. The man thought a few moments and then said, “I guess I would tell them not to be afraid to trust God enough to take a few blind leaps in your life. As I think of jumping in the middle of that storm, I can’t help but think of all of the other times in my hundred years that I had to take some blind leaps in the dark. Leaps like when I decided to go ahead and ask my sweetie to marry me, or the time I quit one job to take another, or when we decided to pull up stakes and move clear across the country. Those were all pretty scary leaps. They all turned out pretty well. I guess I’d tell people to trust God to point your feet in the right direction and not be afraid.”      That sounded like some pretty good advice to me.