They weren’t rookies when it came to navigating the lake. They knew how bad it could get when the weather turned and the winds came rolling in. They had been there, done that. They had navigated storms before. So when I read that they were in danger because of the windstorm that enveloped them, they were in danger. They weren’t overreacting. They hadn’t misunderstood the severity of the storm. They hadn’t miscalculated the amount of water they had taken on. The storm was real, the waves were real, the water in the boat was real, the danger was real. But what they had yet to fully appreciate and thus factor into their assessment was who was in the boat with them.
And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water and were in danger. And they went and woke Him, saying, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” And He awoke and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, and they ceased, and there was a calm. He said to them, “Where is your faith?” And they were afraid, and they marveled, saying to one another, “Who then is this, that He commands even winds and water, and they obey Him?”
(Luke 8:23b-25 ESV)
It wasn’t just that He commanded the wind and waves, but that they listened. Anyone could have shouted desperately into the air, “Stop it!” But what kind of man commands the elements and the elements respond?
Not to minimize the reality of the harrowing situation they were in, but with Jesus in the boat, what was happening around the boat was really of secondary importance. Greater was He that was with them than that which was happening around them.
Thus Jesus’ question, “Where is your faith?”
Having seen all that they had seen as they had walked with Him . . . having heard all that they had heard as He had taught them . . . why, asks the Master, did you not believe that when I said, “Let us go across to the other side of the lake” that we would, in fact, go to the other side of the lake? Why, as I abide next to you, are you so gripped with panic? Why wake Me with fears of perishing when I told you that I have come to give you life?
To be clear, I’m not slamming the disciples, I’m identifying.
Too often I lose sight of who’s in the boat. Not that I don’t believe He’s there, but that I kind of forget who He is. That He’s the Master of wind, the Maker of the rain (oh, that could be a song . . . it is, click here). That Jesus is the Lord of the storm.
How I need to remember that it’s not just the word He speaks but the power He commands. That it’s not about some random unexpected situation, but that it’s about His sovereign purposes and plans.
I need to remember who’s in the boat.
And then drink deep of His grace . . . even as I ride along for His glory.