A sight that never fails to move me is the vastness of the ocean. Serene, lovely, stretching for miles and miles. Everything on its surface is exposed, vulnerable. A single sailboat. A dolphin's tail. From the shore, I love to watch the boats go by.
Yet as a passenger, I think the ocean would be slightly more ferocious. The high seas are not a tame place. Fear and terror often sneak abroad ocean voyages, as unwelcome as seasickness or navigational difficulties. I'd rather watch from the shore than be a skipper, or a captain, or any old sailor.
Okay, so maybe it's a little cliche, but I'll go with it anyway. Even as the ocean is super powerful, super scary, at the same time marvelous to behold and terrifying, God controls that ocean. Think about it. We worship the God who calmed the wind and the waves.
Why do storms stir me up into a frenzy? Why do I freak out when we leave shore and the skies grow dark? Jesus doesn't remain asleep for long; he's been in the boat the whole time, and just when the circumstances are about to overwhelm, he rises. With his voice he calms the torrential rain and the rocky waves.
Jesus calms my heart and rows me back to shore in one piece. Everytime.
I forget is this story at the same time as when Jesus walked on water too? If not, oh well. Reading this made me think of how much like Peter I am because I always lose faith. If that goes along at all. haha
ReplyDeleteNo, Jesus walked on water in another story. This is just when he calmed the waves, but I know, I'm often a Peter too! The good thing is that Jesus loves us anyway!
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