Christ on the Storm of the Sea of Galilee by Ludolf Bakhuzen
You know, it makes me scratch my head every time I realize God, who created the mountains, the oceans, the heavens and all forms of life, chooses humanity for company. It makes me stop and wonder when I remember that He who gave lions their majesty and dolphins their swiftness, fashioned towering redwood trees and intricate insect wings, created humankind just to be close to.
God is infinitely tuned into me, to us. It’s the cry of the human heart that reaches Him above all the clamor of creation. It’s the prayer of His child He listens for more than anything else. It’s human tears He has promised to one day wipe away. It’s His human Bride for whom He is preparing a place, and her adoration that delights Him beyond what I can even begin to understand.
This God, who is so tuned into me, to us, makes me fall silent with wonder. He makes me draw my breath and gasp with the realisation of being so undeservedly cherished. He makes me blush with school girlish delight that He so determinedly pursues me. He makes me yearn to sit quietly at His feet silently trying to fathom the depths of such unexpected Love.
This God who is so tuned into me more and more so makes me want to be tuned into Him back…..seriously.
Asleep? You say He’s sleeping?
With this wind tearing at our faces
And waves as high as mountains
Pounding the ship’s bow?
I’ve lived half my life upon this sea
And sailed through many a squall
But a storm like this I’ve never seen
This sea would kill us all!
Master, do you not care for us?
Our little boat cannot withstand these seas
I’ve never fought a storm so wild!
This eerie darkness fills us all with dread
This howling wind chills us to the bone
The sea will surely take us under
Unless you rouse and save us
I know we’ll soon be dead!
You think I sleep? No, I only rest
Wearied by the needs of man
I lay my head down softly
Upon My Father’s breast
I fear no towering ocean
Or raging driven storm
I am the Word that was with God
Before wind or sea took form
It’s not this storm you need to fear
Nor the waves that roar and rage
It’s the tempest deep within you
Makes you cry out to be saved
I am not moved by nature’s worst
Or stirred by fears of death
But desperate cries of desperate men
Have power to pierce my rest!
Where is your faith in Me?
Have you not yet understood
That everything has changed?
I walk upon these waters
And the wind bows to My Name
You see the waves grow calm again
You see the skies grow clear
If My creation trusts in Me
How is it that you fear?
Do you not believe I am
Who I say I am?
I came to lay Me down and dying set you free
And rising I will bring you rest
Do you still not understand?
This peace you see before you now
It’s Mine, surpassing knowledge
It’s yours as well if you’ll believe
And leaving all, just follow!
From Mark 4:36-41
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