Peter and his fellow storm riders knew they were in trouble. What should have been a sixty-minute cruise became a nightlong battle. The boat lurched and lunged like a kite in a March wind. Sunlight was a distant memory. Rain fell from the night sky in buckets. Lightning sliced the blackness with a silver sword. Winds whipped the sails, leaving the disciples “in the middle of the sea, tossed by the waves.”
Apt description, perhaps, for your stage in life?
Perhaps all we need to do is substitute a couple of nouns . . . In the
middle of a divorce, tossed about by guilt. In the middle of debt,
tossed about by creditors. In the middle of a recession, tossed about by
stimulus packages and bailouts. The disciples fought the storm for nine
cold, skin-drenching hours. And about 4:00 a.m. the unspeakable
happened. They spotted someone coming on the water. “ ‘A ghost!’ they
said, crying out in terror” (v. 26 MSG).
They didn’t expect Jesus to
come to them this way. Neither do we.
We expect him to come in the form
of peaceful hymns or Easter Sundays or quiet retreats. We expect to find
Jesus in morning devotionals, church suppers, and meditation. We never
expect to see him in a bear market, pink slip, lawsuit, foreclosure, or
war. We never expect to see him in a storm. But it is in storms that he
does his finest work, for it is in storms that he has our keenest
Jesus replied to the disciples’ fear with an invitation
worthy of inscription on every church cornerstone and residential
archway. “ ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he said. ‘Take courage. I am here!’ ” (v.
- Max Lucado