It was a rough and bumpy ride.
Sitting in the back of a boat, in Galveston Bay, when a threatening storm stirred up. We were determined to beat the rain, lightening, and rising waves so our brave captain pushed the motor to the stops. The bow slapped and bounced and the spray flew back and drenched me.
It felt a little Gilligan’s Island. Me? I was Gilligan and feared the Minnow was lost. It was a rough and bumpy ride.
We barely made it. Relieved to escape the storm, we trailered the boat and left for friendlier places.
Now Jesus: Luke 8
One day, Jesus and his disciples got into a boat and headed across the lake. Here’s what happened:
As they sailed, he fell asleep. A storm came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger.
The disciples woke him saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!” He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and was calm.
A Week Ago
Last Saturday night we too were in a raging storm with constant lightening, cannon like thunder, and rapidly rising waters.
We were afraid, and like his disciples, we were in great danger. We wondered if our homes were about to be swamped.
- Jesus was in the boat and he was in our home.
- At the darkest moment, they asked him for help.
- Do we wait till the moment is darkest before asking?
- He calmed the storm, the boat didn’t sink, and they didn’t drown.
I know. In Houston, thousands of homes flooded and over forty people have drowned.
My point is this: the disciples took on water and were in great danger. They experienced the same fear as we do. And they had Jesus in the boat, didn’t we have him in our home?
People of faith have storms, know danger, and experience fear. Sometimes the water rises even on the strongest beleivers.
After calming the storm Jesus asked, “Where is your faith?” Isn’t that the point of the story? Where is your faith? Faith isn’t about God keeping the hurricanes from forming.
It was a rough and bumpy ride. I was wet, miserable, and glad to not get struck by lightening. I got home and was thankful.
In the storms of life we learn to say by faith, “Blessed be the name of the Lord.”