And he arose, and rebuked the wind,
and said unto the sea,
Peace, be still.
And the wind ceased,
and there was a great calm.
And he said unto them,
Why are ye so fearful?
how is it that ye have no faith?
And they feared exceedingly,
and said one to another,
What manner of man is this,
that even the wind and the sea obey him?
Mark 4: 3-417
Years ago, I saw a picture of this verse and loved it so much that my husband surprised me with it months later for Christmas. It illustrates the sea at both ends of the verse: The left side portrays the waters calming and the right side shows the dark clouds, angry waves, and flashing lightening. In between them is a small first-century fishing boat being tossed by the waves; however, in the boat among the frightened disciples, is Jesus: arms raised, telling the storm to cease. And it does. The picture loudly proclaims in word and picture: Peace, Be Still, often just the reminder that I need for the day!
Are your days filled with tempestuous waves? Does it seem as though life is a constant storm? Life is not easy: it never has been and never will be until we see Jesus face to face! Oh that will be glory for me! But today, financial weights drag us down, conflicts in relationships toss loads of water into our little boats, children stress our nautical structures with their bent for the world. At times, we truly feel like those disciples and ask, “Lord, we’re perishing! Don’t you care?!”
Of course, we do know that He cares – in our heads; however, there are times when we don’t feel it in our hearts. Isn’t that strange! Our hearts are the very place where Jesus dwells! He’s there! Always there! His Spirit never leaves us. That’s His promise! (Hebrews 13:5b … for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.)
Jesus is in my boat! I can’t sink! There is NOTHING that can sink my boat!
Though the angry surges roll
On my tempest driven soul,
I am peaceful, for I know,
Wildly though the winds may blow,
I’ve an anchor safe and sure,
That can evermore endure.
And it holds, my anchor holds:
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail;
By His grace I shall not fail,
For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.
Mighty tides about me sweep,
Perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o’ershade the sky,
And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest’s shock,
For my anchor grips the rock.
I can feel the anchor fast
As I meet each sudden blast,
And the cable, though unseen,
Bears the heavy strain between;
Through the storm I safely ride,
Till the turning of the tide.
Troubles almost ’whelm the soul;
Griefs like billows o’er me roll;
Tempters seek to lure astray;
Storms obscure the light of day:
But in Christ I can be bold,
I’ve an anchor that shall hold.
~Daniel B. Towner
I hope you took the time to read all the verses. We don’t often sing all of them, but notice that each one starts with a description of the tempest and ends with the promised security in Jesus, our Lord. Truly, we can be just assured and shocked as the disciples when (not if) the Lord rebukes the winds and tells the waves to cease…and they do! So, just hang on and ride that thing!!
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