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Song: Master, The Tempest Is Raging
Scripture: Luke 8:22-25
It happened on an ordinary day like most calamities do that try men’s faith. They were just getting in a boat to cross the lake, a lake they had often crossed. In fact, it was the Lord’s idea on this occasion reminding us that it sometimes rains even when we’re doing the Lord’s bidding.
And so they launched out on this ordinary day, on an ordinary lake, in an ordinary boat, and encountered an extraordinary storm. It came suddenly like most ordinary calamities which try men’s faith. The Master slept. The fishermen toiled. The boat filled with water. The Master still slept. Recognize that the Master knows but He acts in His own time.
“Master, Master, we are perishing!” they cried as they awoke Him. Without a word, He rose not to take an oar, nor to man the tiller, nor to trim the sail, but to trim the wind and man the storm. With a word, He shut up the clouds, He silenced the storm, He shushed the raging sea. All was calm. Notice that the Lord’s answer comes as suddenly as the winds which prompt men’s prayers. Neither the answers nor the perils should catch us unexpectedly.
“Where is your faith?” He asks. Good question—for us. It’s strong and resolute when we from the shore peer out at the disciples wrestling in the deep. But how about when we launch out? The winds and the waves still obey the Master’s will. Peace. Be still.
Jason Moore
