By this time the boat, battered by the waves, was far from the land, for the wind was against them… But immediately Jesus spoke to them and said, “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.”
Matthew 14:24 & 27
As I was reading the story of Jesus walking on the water to the Disciples’ boat, something struck me… being stuck on a boat in middle of the sea accurately captures how I’ve been feeling the past several months. How many of us feel trapped on a boat in the middle of a violent sea storm? At times I feel isolated, abandoned by God, lost in the dark, and beaten by the winds. Actually, I take back the first part. I don’t feel isolated. I’m stuck on the boat with my two little kids asking me questions every five minutes. Yet in the midst of my tension, there’s a glimmering hope. A hope that God can transform my painful isolation into restorative solitude. A hope that God never really abandoned me, but sent me out in order to witness something miraculous. A hope that faith can only exist when mystery exists.
