Columbus made his fourth
voyage from Spain to the Americas in 1502. He
was such a sure navigator by then that the
3500-mile voyage took a mere 21 days. But he
did not arrive happy. At Santo Domingo on June
29 Columbus requested entry into the harbor
for his five ships, and he urged the governor
to detain a 30-ship fleet ready to sail to
Spain. He warned a terrible storm was brewing.
The governor and his retinue mocked Columbus
as a phony fortune-teller. Not only did the
governor order the fleet to sail but denied
Columbus entry into the harbor.
"May God take you!' fumed
Columbus. That was always his strongest curse.
Once again Columbus was
thwarted by dull, proud people. He was no
gypsy fortune-teller but the sea captain
supreme. The mix of oily swells from the
southeast, abnormal tide, heaviness in the
air, aching arthritis, wispy cirrus clouds
streaming high overhead, and a magnificent
crimson sunset meant only one thing: a savage
hurricane was coming from the north or east!
Denied the harbor, Columbus anchored his ships
off the southwest shore of the island with
protection from north and west. If anchors
broke loose the winds would drive them out to
sea, not into shore. The 30 ships of the fleet
sailed east, then north through the Mona
Passage. Barely underway into the Atlantic the
gold-laden fleet was hammered by ferocious
winds. Within hours 20 ships sank with all
hands. Nine others were driven ashore and
battered to bits. One ship of the fleet
survived. A fortune in gold, 29 ships and 500
men were lost.
Columbus, with every
anchor of his five caravels down, bitterly
wrote in his journal during the raging
hurricane: 'What man ever born, not excepting
Job, would not have died of despair when in
such weather - seeking safety for son, brother
shipmates and self - was forbidden the land
and the harbors that he, by God's will and
sweating blood, had won for Spain!'
But once again the master
of the sea prevailed. Columbus lost not one
ship from the deadly storm, not one man…
[source: Admiral of the Ocean Sea: A Life
of Christopher Columbus by Samuel Eliot
Frederick the Wise (1463-1525)
anecdote for Frederick the Wise is available HERE.
After Billy committed himself to
Christ in 1938 he became very bold. He
returned to Palatka, Florida, where as a
student he had embarrassed himself with a poor
sermon. He was still a student but now he
billed his return a 'revival'. He urged
local preachers to tout him. So one preacher
told a local newspaper Billy was 'causing
quite a sensation'. Another convinced a
newspaper that Billy had lead 'the greatest
meeting in the history of the church'. Billy
promoted himself relentlessly. He cried from
the roof tops. 'What good did it do to preach
to empty pews?' he reasoned. He had brochures
printed: 'Hear Billy Graham' and 'Young Man
with a Burning Message'. His brochures became
brasher: 'Dynamic Youthful Evangelist'.
Finally modesty was thrown aside. 'Great
Gospel Preacher' and 'One of America's
Outstanding Young Evangelists' crowed his
Once he mailed his old
buddy Grady Wilson one of his brochures for
'First Baptist Church of Capitola'. On it
Billy had scribbled 'Big Baptist church in the
capitol of Florida. Pray for me.'. Grady
impulsively drove all the way to the revival.
Billy was stunned to see Grady strolling down
Capitola's one dusty street. Grady was a
relentless needler. He had brought high-flying
Billy down to earth many times.
"Capitola is just a tiny
logging town, buddy," observed Grady,
Billy laughed. "That's not
all. The revival got canceled. The local
pastor had to leave unexpectedly. Do you need
a thousand brochures?"
Grady smiled wickedly.
"I'm not going to let you forget the 'capitol
of Florida' for a long time, buddy."
[source: A Prophet With Honor: The Billy
Graham Story by William Martin,
T. D. Jakes (1957-alive)
Because his mother Odith
taught school as well as doted on her own
children it was no surprise T. D. was reading
and writing before he ever started school.
Because mother taught home economics it was no
surprise either that young T. D. could clean
house, sew and cook. He never thought of these
skills as 'women's work'. Older brother
Ernest, Jr., had to do them too. All these
skills taught by his mother - reading,
writing, keeping house - were deep in his
earliest memories. In his early years he often
accompanied his mother to women's clubs too,
where she was a guest speaker. Was he bored?
After one of these occasions the six-year-old
T. D. revealed the fire that flamed up inside
"Someday you will travel
with me and I will speak!" he declared to his
His workaholic father
Ernest instilled a feeling he must be busy,
busy, busy. So young T. D. attacked everything
with fiery energy. A woman neighbor attested
years later that "you could hear it all over
the street" when he was inside his home
memorizing Scripture with his foghorn voice.
She added in understatement he was "kind of
pushy". He delivered newspapers, and at nine
he also sold greens he grew in the family
garden. He sold the greens for one dollar a
bag. He even issued a receipt. There were few
who could refuse his insistence.
"He could convince the
devil himself to buy," asserted his former
[sources: Can You Stand To Be Blessed? by T.D. Jakes, 1994,
and Wall Street Journal, August 21, 1998]