Storm

Storms.


It seemed to be like any other day. They had headed across a little lake in the boat. As the waves pounded and blue skies darkened, panic must have set in.

The confused disciples scurried on deck. One of them abandoned the rest to search the belly of the boat. In the middle of chaos and confusion, lie a sleeping Savior. With a voice raspy from yelling commands of survival, the disciple screamed, "Master, don't you care? We are about to die!"

The Savior who never sleeps nor slumbers had need for a little R&R down below. Rising as a mystical power and ruler over barometric pressure Jesus spoke.

The silence from the Savior was broken. He said three words; “Peace be still.” The scary sky that formed a spider web of destruction was calmed. The waves flattened to a smooth sea of glass.

For the waves to ignore Jesus would be like the clay rising in rebellion against the hands of a skilled potter. This was the Cosmic Chemist who created H2o.

What storms do you face?
What waves and winds of destruction are pounding you?
Who is with you?

Call and he will settle the dispute.