Imagine you are there, in the boat. You are trying to retain control of the boat as a wall of water is coming at you. It breaks over your face, harsh and cold. You are standing in a foot of it. Your companions are shouting to you to tighen your hold on the rope or the boat will capsize. Your arms are heavy as you grip the rope; your fear is great. The wind is howling, promising no end in sight. Nothing about this situation is okay. Your friends are scared. You are terrified. The water is cold and deadly. The boat is filling. You are barely hanging on.
And Jesus is sleeping.
Oh yes, did I forget to mention that?
Jesus is snoozing on a cushion in the stern. He doesn’t have a care in the world.
And you are looking around thinking: ARE YOU SERIOUS JESUS! NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE!
You let go of the rope as the boat tips dangerously in the waves. You fall to the floor; your head slips under the standing water. You feel splinters sticking in your hands as a huge waves breaks over your head. You barely find your footing as the boat tips to the other side. You companions are yelling at you to get back to your post, but you know that is not the answer. You have to get to Jesus. You have to tell Him to WAKE UP.
You stumble through the rising water and down the stairs, hitting the sides of the narrow hallway as you make your way below deck, to the stern, where Jesus is sleeping. Water pours down the stairs, threatening to topple you. You heave a huge cry as you jump the rest of the way. Jesus is in sight, sleeping like a baby as the boat shifts this way and that. The rocking isn’t as bad down below deck, but you still don’t understand how Jesus can sleep. You crash through the standing water and stumble to the stern. You hand grabs Jesus’ shoulder as you shout in His ear. . .
“Teacher! Do You not care that we are perishing!”
Deep brown eyes open and peer into your soul. There is disappointment there. There is sadness. You don’t understand. The boat is about to sink. The waves are too strong. The water is pouring in. And then Jesus says the words you will never forget.
“Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?”
What was Jesus saying?
You are with God. You have seen the sick healed. You have seen the dead raised. You have seen so many miracles it is mind-numbing.
Yet, the storm caused you to fear?
It does, does it not?
Life is like the storm. The wind is the enemy, trying to make us lose confidence in our God. The waves are our fears, trying to force our eyes from our Savior.
The enemy rocks us, the water threatens us.
Sometimes it is hard to see God in the storm, but God is there.
“Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. The Lord your God will be with you where ever you go.” Joshua 1:9.
Never will I leave you. Never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5
God is there. Always. He promises us that. Yet our first reaction when the storms of life come is fear, not trust.
Sometimes I think God allows the storm because He is trying to get our complete trust. Because when we trust, we yield. When we trust, we obey. When we trust, we follow. When we trust, we are confident. When we trust, we are the best that we can be. Because our eyes, at that point, aren’t focused on the storm, or the wind, or the water – they are focused on the One.
“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change, and through the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; through its waters roar and foam, through the mountains quake at its swelling pride.” Psalm 46:1-3
“Do not be afraid. Trust in God. Trust also in Me.” John 14:1
“When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God whose word I praise. In God I trust, I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?” Psalm 56:3-4
When the storm of life comes, God says, “Trust Me.”
When the water of doubt comes, God says, “Trust Me.”
Can you do that? Can you trust Him? Completely?
Yield. Surrender. Like the arrow?
Something to think about.