The Ship That God Couldn’t Sink

The Ship That God Couldn’t Sink

In the spring of 1912 the world stood in awe. A colossus was setting out on her maiden voyage. The pride of the White Star Line was a marvel of modern engineering. At 882 feet long, she was the largest ocean liner ever built. The docks were packed with Brits who came to watch this floating palace steam out to sea.

With Victorian smugness, the press proclaimed that the impossible had been done with the building of this unsinkable ship. It was the apex of Darwinian evolution. The captain boasted, “Even God himself cannot sink the Titanic.” Man was not only master of the seas; he was greater than God himself!

Some forty-eight hours later, on a clear April night, the ship Titanic grazed the side of an iceberg. It was so slight that most passengers hardly felt it. Yet it tore a three-hundred-foot-long gash in the hull. Within three hours the “unsinkable” Titanic sank four hundred miles south of Newfoundland, taking 1,500 people down to a watery grave.

It was a voyage doomed by pride. The Titanic exuded the class system of the late nineteenth century. On its luxurious top deck were opulent staterooms reserved for society’s elite like Vanderbilt, Astor, and Gould. Below them were the second-class decks for the more moderately well-off bourgeois. In the Titanic’s bowels were third-class decks crammed with poor immigrants and ship’s workers.

The White Star Line was so paranoid about keeping the social classes separate that the doors between the decks were locked and chained. As a result, hundreds of passengers were trapped below. Hundreds more died needlessly because arrogant shipbuilders were cocksure that they had built a megaship that even God couldn’t sink. As a result, they didn’t think it necessary to provide enough lifeboats.

When news of the tragedy reached England, frantic relatives rushed to the Liverpool offices of the White Star Line to discover if their loved ones had survived. Outside the office was a single wooden board. On it were listed two columns of names. At the top of one was the word “SAVED.” Topping the other was the word “LOST.” No one was listed according to status or wealth. Astor, Vanderbilt, and Gould were listed among immigrants, waiters, and maids.

Only one thing mattered to those who rushed to the White Star offices to learn their loved ones’ fates: were they lost or saved? It would do us all good to stand there at the offices of the White Star Line with those folks on a cool April morning in 1912. We should realize that the SS Earth is like an ocean liner plowing through cosmic seas. She is divided into social classes: winners and losers, haves and have-nots, celebrities and nobodies. So many of us are striving to move up to a higher deck. But there’s an iceberg out there. Sooner than we think, a sinkable SS Earth will collide with the end of time. Only one thing will matter on that day: Are you saved or lost? Before we hit that iceberg, we need to grab hold of this:

Jesus Christ is not one of many ways to heaven. He is the only way.

There is salvation in no one else! God has given no other name under heaven by which we must be saved.

Acts 4:12