Excerpt from Sunday lesson by Dick Elam, circa January 1983 I know something of storms at sea. We were sailing in the Neuse River with shores less than a mile away. Ten mile winds, threatening clouds, but no rain. So gentle that our eight-year old grandson steered our boat, following the wake of a sailboat about 50 yards ahead. Then the thunderstorm struck. Taking the helm, we sent our grandson below. Driving rain swept across