Ji read the account of Peter walking on water on Sunday morning. At least that’s what I think he read – I’ve had hearing loss so I often fill in the blank with what I think was said. It reminded me of a favorite passage in Mark 4 – the one the phrase, “Peace, be still” comes from.
Tanpo read the Scriptures to me at night before he and Mom would leave for the evening. I would often request something and I remember requesting Mark 4. We never talked about it, but I remembered this since I’ve enjoyed this passage for years and I had a deep desire to hear it again. Long after my parents left and during the days that followed I’d lie in my bed and think, “He cares. He cares.” Because that’s why I wanted Dad to read Mark 4 to me.
First of all, it’s the Lord who suggests, “Let us cross over to the other side,” (Mark 4.35). Changing locations was His idea in the first place, and idea execution is a non-issue for Him. I like to remember that me being disabled was His idea in the first place (I was initially a very unwilling participant) and He’s the One who’s going to see this thing through. Second of all, I like this account because the disciple’s question is so terribly honest. The wind and waves are crashing around them, and the Lord is asleep – asleep – in the stern. So they wake Him and say, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” (Mark 4.38).
Can’t you hear their tone of voice? They’re like, Hellooooo – we’re all gonna die. I know that tone of voice since I use it often myself (at least mentally). It’s not the amazing power the Lord demonstrates as He calms the storm that grabs me, it’s the fact that such a raw question made it into the Scriptures that made me request this passage in the hospital.
In answer to their question, the Lord addresses the situation immediately. I would love for my situation to be addressed immediately, too, but we’re not working on my timeline. He then asks the disciples, Where is your faith? Sometimes I can’t find mine. Maybe I left it in the pocket of the jeans I was wearing when my brain bled. Or maybe it is in storage with the rest of my things in that garage in OR. But no, it’s still with me – along with my family, it’s one of the things I didn’t lose that day. I just forget sometimes and need to be reminded that He cares.
Hebrews 11.6 But without faith, it is impossible to please Him.
Psst – read this, too!