“Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the
water.” “Come,” (Jesus) said.
Matthew 14:28-2
It had been a day. First, the terrible news that John the
Baptist’s head had been whimsically served up on a platter. Desperate for some
down time, Jesus tried His best to take His disciples away, to a solitary place;
however, the crowds were one step ahead. Filled with compassion, He spent the
day teaching and healing their sick. And when supper time rolled around, He
provided the meal. Miracle had piled up on miracles.
Oh that this much boldness were in my bones. Of course, by now
Peter and the others had not only seen but performed miracles in Jesus’ name
(Mark 6:6-13, 30). And Peter’s impulsive nature must have carried him along
with the tide; although, he did make sure it actually was Jesus. No way Peter
was going to hop out of the boat into the waves for a ghost. I suspect Peter
was indeed getting a glimpse of the real nature of the Lord, plus the thought
that His power was available to those who would follow Him.
You know the story well—Peter did walk on water, but unfortunately
his doubts superseded his faith and he sank. You also know that Jesus graciously
gave him a hand up. And by the time Jesus and Peter climbed back into the boat,
coincident with the wind dying down, those
who were in the boat worshiped (Jesus), saying, “Truly you are the Son of God”
(Matthew 14:32-33).
I am no Peter. But
Lord, may I be so bold as to ask You to invite me out onto the waters of Your
will this year. And once there, may I completely, utterly, absolutely trust in
Your power to keep it all afloat.
Nancy P
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