I have been wondering lately what peace looks like. What is the appearance of a person who is not afraid, in spite of difficult circumstances? I guess it could look like lack of concern to someone who doesn’t know better. The disciples wondered whether Jesus was concerned about their fate as He slept one evening on their wave-rocked boat. “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?” they asked, probably incredulously.
Jesus seemed incredulous Himself. “Do you still have no faith?” He asked them back, but not before telling the wind and the sea to quit all that racket.
Then the disciples were really afraid. (I can imagine how they must have looked at each other!)
I wonder if I would have been asleep on that boat. I have proclaimed many times that I have the gift of sleep. I am usually asleep within minutes of hitting the pillow, and can fall asleep just about anywhere (including while standing on a noisy Metrobus). No cup of coffee, no matter how late in the day, can stop me. Pretty much the only time I can’t sleep is when I’m scared.
May His Word be in my heart on the next “scary” night, so I remember that the wind-rebuking storm-calming Lord of the universe is right there on the boat with me.