“Come,” he said.
This is an amazing account of a miracle, when the disciples of Jesus went out onto the water while Jesus was on a mountainside praying. Night fell, and the winds and waves buffeted the boat. I’m sure they were afraid.
Just before dawn, Jesus left the mountain and went out to the boat. He didn’t swim. He walked. You may have heard this as a child in Sunday school, but try to hear it anew. He walked on water. Not frozen Lake Lucille outside my window, which allows you to walk on it easily half the year, we’re talking a thawed surface – the Sea of Galilee!
“It’s a ghost!” the disciples shrieked. Jesus identified Himself and tried to calm them.
“Take courage. Don’t be afraid!”
“If it’s you,” Peter said, doubtfully, “tell me to come to you on the water.”
Okay, Jesus replied. “Come.”
Peter’s first steps were filled with awe and confidence as he kept his sights ahead – on Jesus. But then, analogous to many of our lives, Peter lost focus and looked down. He saw the storm. Overwhelmed by the sight of the waves and wind, he began to sink. Taking his eyes off the prize, in his descent it was only Jesus, ever loving, ever forgiving, who could reach down and pull him to safety.
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