22 One day he and his disciples got into a boat, and he told them, “Let’s cross over to the other side of the lake.” So they set out, 23 and as they were sailing he fell asleep. Then a fierce windstorm came down on the lake; they were being swamped and were in danger. 24 They came and woke him up, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to die!” Then he got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waves. So they ceased, and there was a calm. 25 He said to them, “Where is your faith?” They were fearful and amazed, asking one another, “Who then is this? He commands even the winds and the waves, and they obey him!”
What has you afraid? Right now? What steals your sleep? Robs your peace? Consumes your day? One of the beauties we have in this life is that we didn’t have to be active participants in Bible stories. We didn’t have to face the Red Sea with an army of Egyptians behind us or be thrown in the lion’s den because of religious persecution. We didn’t have to sit on a hillside staring at a group of fifteen thousand or more wondering how in the world a couple of fish and some bread were going to fill the hunger. No, instead we get to hold that book in our hands, knowing the endings.
Why? Because God knew we’d have our own “Red Sea” moments and would need those stories. Sure, our moments don’t look like the Israelites’, but God knows they are monumental to us. The stack of bills can feel as smothering as a Red Sea on one side and an army on the other. The isolation and loneliness can feel as suffocating as a smoldering furnace. The broken marriage can feel as dangerous as a lion’s den. It doesn’t matter the storm or the centuries that have passed between them; they can still take our breath away.
The beauty of this story in Luke isn’t that Jesus is asleep. It’s that Jesus is in the boat. Their storm-tossed, wave-catching, water-filling, and fear-floundering boat. He’s right in the storm with them. Jesus is in your boat. You’re not alone, out to sea by yourself, or shipwrecked; you’re just in a storm. Yes, some feel like a brief squall, and some feel like a tsunami. But they are no different to Jesus. He is the same God yesterday, today, and forever. The one of the Red Sea. The one of the fiery furnace. The one of the lion’s den. And the God of your storm.
So, how do we make it through the storm? By changing our perspective. Whatever we choose to focus on wins. That means if we pay more attention to the storm than to the Jesus in our boat, the storm wins every single time. After all, what did Jesus scold if not their lack of faith? Not whether their boat would hold up, but their lack of faith in who was in the boat. When the Creator of earth and sea Himself is in the boat, we have nothing to fear. We can choose to but don’t have to. Jesus was giving us a picture of the posture that is available to us in our own storms… Rest. Is it easy? No. Is it available? Yes.
All of Scripture gives us picture after picture of the God of the storms. It holds so many storms we will lose count. But it also holds the same faithful, sea-parting, storm-stopping God. No matter your storm today, He is big enough. But only you can choose to believe it.
Questions to Ask Yourself
- What is your storm today?
- What are you focusing on?
- What are past storms Jesus has brought you through?
- What could change in this one if you changed your focus?