They say it is only a spirit, and that Christ does not walk on water, that the land whither we are rowing is the place He has Himself appointed for us to meet Him.

So our little faith keeps us in the boat, or fails us in the waves of that windswept sea.
It seemed to Hester as if once, long ago, shrinking and shivering, she had stood in despair upon the shore of a great sea, and had heard a voice from the other side say, "Come over." She had stopped her ears; she had tried not to go.

She had shrunk back a hundred times from the cold touch of the water that each time she essayed let her trembling foot through it.

And now, after an interminable interval, after she had trusted and doubted, had fallen and been sustained, had met the wind and the rain, after she had sunk in despair and risen again, she knew not how, now at length a great wave--the last--had cast her up half drowned upon the shore.

A miracle had happened.