The boat was still almost full of water.
After the storm stopped, I mean.
The waves had been high, the wind had been strong.
It would have been loud.
It would have been rough.
It would have been terrifying.
There were guys on the boat who bought more boats than they ever sailed. Matthew was far better at collecting taxes than tacking into the wind. But there were guys on the boat who knew wind, who knew waves, who knew what to do to do when everyone else turned green.
And they couldn’t do anything.
The wind and the waves were so bad that the best were baffled.
So they told God that he was trying to kill them. That he was clueless. That he was out of touch with what was happening to them That he didn’t understand anything about what is was like to live down here. That he didn’t care.
They told him that to his face.
Because he was sleeping in the back of the boat.
The boat that was almost full of water.
And so he said, “Peace. Be still.”
Not to them.
To the wind.
To the lake water pouring over the side of the boat.
To them he said, “So how come you don’t trust me yet?”
And, of course, he had a good point. He was, after all, sitting in the boat that was almost full of water. If it had gone down, if they had gone down, he would have gone down. And they had discussed the fact from time to time that he could do amazing tricks. Like making people live.
But it’s easy to think miracles cool and trust obvious when you aren’t up to your hips in water in a boat that is almost full of water.
So the wind stopped. And the waves stopped. And the silence pressed against their ears. And the immensity of authority pressed against their hearts.
And the boat was still almost full of water. .
Sometimes, without a reminder that it really happened, disciples forget the storm.And think they weren’t all that scared. And leave a tip for the miracle-worker on the table on the way out.
But when you have to row a boat full of water to the other side of the lake (because Someone stopped the wind), you tend to remember the danger you were in. And maybe, just maybe, you ask him how he did that.
And if he can make waves of fear stop, too.
From the book of Mark, the end of chapter four.