The wooden board was shaking, but strangely you were able to sleep. In a distance, you could half-hear rumbles and grumbles, but your tiredness was more overwhelming than the noise, so you opted to just stay under the blanket. A crescendo of a certain thumping sound happened next, and here was your wake-up call,
“What are you doing here, you sleeper? Get up, and cry out to your God, so we don’t die!”
Your sleepiness vanished instantly when you saw the gravity of the situation. It looked like the wind was going to break the ship! You witnessed the terror on the face of men who would soon face death. The waves towered over the sails, angry thunders roared.
The thought dawned on you. Could this be…your fault?
You, who had been running away.
Someone wanted to cast lots. Maybe they would find the answer that way.
For a while you had been sleeping. People were dying, and somehow you slept. For a while you had been running away from destiny.
But now, the question is raised again, who will do the work? Who will finish the work?