Daily Dose, May 30 — Take Me to the Water

  On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” And leaving the crowd behind, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. Other boats were with him. A great gale arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” He woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm. He said to them, “Why are you afraid? Have you still no faith?” And they were filled with great awe and said to one another, “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?” (Mark 4:35-41) I used to fish in my younger days. I was working a cove on Lake Oconee with a red shad plastic worm, having the time of my life one afternoon, when a little storm blew in pretty fast. The lightening that struck about a mile away got my full attention, but I was late to the dance. I was wet, cold, scared and all prayed up when I finally made the boat ramp near Granite Shoals. I thought of the disciples on Lake Galilee, as I sat in my truck waiting for the storm to clear. They had to be scared out of their minds. Their complaint to Jesus about his not seeming to care about their lives being in real danger makes sense to me. There have been moments when I wondered if God cared about me or about people who are dear to me. Sometimes I still wonder and ask Jesus if he is tuned into the troubles that wear me down. But his presence brings me a sense of peace that is hard to explain. One day a storm will come, and I won’t survive. Even then, I trust that he will say again, “Peace, be still.” -- Y’all come, Dr. Don