I was alone on my small island in Georgian Bay in Canada. It was a summer night, and on the nearest island across a narrow waterway a few scrubby evergreens emphasized the loneliness and lack of human habitation.
Suddenly a woman's screams shattered the solitude. Looking out of my bedroom window, I could discern a man's shape dimly silhouetted against the sky on the neighboring island. The agonized shrieks continued briefly. Then there was silence.
There was nothing I could do humanly, but I prayed, recognizing God's presence, power, love, enfolding His spiritual idea, man. This helped me to regain my peace and composure, and eventually I fell asleep.
