The sermon takes its name from Psalm 107’s picture of sailors who go down to the sea in ships, meet a storm that mounts up to the heavens and back down to the depths, and are “at their wits’ end,” every skill exhausted, every human resource spent. Yet when they cried to the Lord in their trouble, he brought them out of their distress, stilled the storm, and guided them to their desired haven.
That psalm becomes a lens for the age-old question of why bad things happen to good people, and for facing a personal “wits’ end” of our own. The message calls believers, when they have exhausted every human answer, not to despair but to cry out to the Lord, who is able to calm the storm and bring his people safely home, and to give thanks for his steadfast love and wondrous works.