On Stormy Waters?
(Based on Matthew 14:22-34)
Experienced fishermen shuddered when the wind howled out of the mountains and onto the sea. Then the waves became choppy and unpredictable. Men who worked these waters knew to haul their sails and make for harbor.
But sometimes-and this night was one of them-high seas would not permit sailors to gain the shore.
The small boat circled the middle of the sea, an eerie spot, wild, unsettled, dangerous-and according to some reports-haunted. In watery graves below lay the sailors’ fellow fishermen waiting for them to join them, their boats reduced to waterlogged splinters,their bones picked clean by the same denizens of the deep they had come to harvest.
By three in the morning, as a false dawn dimly lit the sky, the men had been pulling on the oars for hours against the wind. No nearer shore, shelter, or sanctuary, exhaustion was setting in.
Then one man caught a glimpse of something unsettling on the seas. For a few moments, a trough obscured his vision, and while he waited for the lift of the next wave, he pondered whether he was seeing things. When the wave lofted them upward, he looked steadily over his shoulder. There it was again!
He gave a shriek of terror and pointed as the boat was again swallowed by a curl of water.
pervasiveness of our sin, nor what it really requires of us in order to receive what we ask for.
to glory and wooing all whose lives we touch. Here are some of the incredible ways that his grace works in and through our lives.
