In His Everlasting Arms
In His Everlasting Arms
A wind-tossed sailor is feared lost by everyone but his fervently prayerful wife.
On Sunday, August 17, 2008, sailor Jim Nelson was missing in the waters of Lake Michigan’s Green Bay for more than 12 hours, while his wife, Mary, suffered through an unbearable and sleepless night. Jim helps us share the story of their harrowing ordeal:
Jim: “Honey, let’s go out on the water,” I said to Mary that morning. It was a sunny day with a light breeze, perfect for sailing.
I grew up along the lake, watching all those beautiful boats cruise by, so when we had the opportunity to buy a 23-foot O’Day sailboat I jumped at it. The two of us loved spending hours on board Elizabeth, relaxing and enjoying the gentle rocking of the waves.
Mary had too many things to do that day, so she turned Jim down. He asked if she minded if he went alone. Though she said okay, she was uneasy. It was the same feeling she got whenever Jim was driving his truck long haul, spending nights alone on the dark highway.
“I’ll be fine,” he always told her. “As long as I keep praying for you,” she’d reply. She had a prayer she always said, one that had never failed her. “Be home for dinner,” she reminded him as he went out the door .
Jim: I drove to the slip and cast off. Pulled on my yellow life vest, eased the boat out of the harbor and set sail. There were other sailboats in sight—motorboats too—but none near enough to disturb me.
The water sparkled. Time to catch some rays . No point sunbathing in a life jacket, so I took it off. I might have thought twice but everything was so calm.
Around two, I started up the engine, locked the rudder in place, and set my course for home. I took a step toward my deck chair. Out of nowhere a gust of wind kicked up.
From behind I heard the mainsail boom swing toward me. I forgot to tie it down ....I turned. Too late! The boom slammed me across the gut and knocked me overboard.
I splashed into the water just a few feet from the boat. I stretched out my hand. The boat was moving. I tried to swim after it but I couldn’t keep up. “Help!” I yelled. “Help me!” I waved frantically. The other boats were too far away to spot me, and soon Elizabeth disappeared toward shore.
Back home, Mary had dinner on the table, the food growing cold. She sensed that something was wrong. She called Jim’s mom, a few friends. No one had heard from him. Finally she called the Coast Guard.
“My husband hasn’t returned home,” she said, describing the boat. They told her they’d found it—motoring toward shore without a captain .
Jim: Dusk fell. I was alone, more than seven miles from shore. I swam, treaded water, floated, swam some more. The current kept pushing me back. Keep moving, Jim, don’t let the cold get to you .
I heard the sound of an engine, and saw a Coast Guard helicopter. But it was traveling away from me! The last light drained from the sky. How would anyone find me now?
For a moment my toes hit bottom. A sandbar! I stood, keeping my head just above water, thankful for the breather. But then the current grew stronger. I was swept again into the churning waves, the moon reflecting on the water the only light I could see.
Mary spread the word that Jim was missing. Friends and family flocked to their house. They waited with her to hear from the Coast Guard. Silently she said her prayer. She knew Jim was a good swimmer.
The water was in the upper sixties . If he could just survive long enough to be rescued. If he could just stay afloat. Around 10:00 the Coast Guard called. “It’s too dark to continue the search, ma’am,” the officer told her . They might as well have issued Jim’s death certificate, Mary thought.