Great yarn of a tale, for sartain!
"'Dear Lord,' Preacher said,'on this island, we are ever mindful of your miracles because they are always near us. We go out each day and dodge your storms and try to make a living, hard as it is at times. We fish for your fish and You knock us around to make us earn them. Your clams we go stomping for and sometimes you have a stingray throw a barb in our legs. We catch Your crabs and they pinch us.' Preacher continued, 'We thank You for all of it, don't think we don't, the days of clear skies that you occasionally give us and the days of storms that are Your usual. All of it fits within Your plan, yea, we know that well enough, though we might not understand any of it, including that sometimes an unworthy preacher hits his thumb with a hammer while trying to patch up Your church. All is according to Your design, I'm sure, and we humbly accept it, I swear we do. But we ask You, dear Lord, to bless this assembly as we celebrate something we did pretty much by ourselves some fifty years ago by the piling up of bricks to make a light that shines across Your tossing seas and Your awful shoals. All we wanted to do was keep those ships out there safe. That's not too much to ask, is it, Lord? I hope You don't think so. So bless us, dear Lord, and stave off the other things You like to test us with, at least for this evening. In Jesus' name we pray, amen.'"