One day Jesus said to his disciples,
let’s go over to the other side of the lake.” So they got into their boat and set out. As they sailed, he fell asleep. A squall came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger.
The disciples went and woke him up, saying, Master, Master we are going to drown!” He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided and all was calm. (Mark 4:35)
There is something comforting about hearing the wind howl when inside my cozy little condo. I am surrounded by three inner walls so the drafts from the wind are minimal. My balcony protects the outer wall from the elements. My car is in the underground garage. All is well.
As the trees display their enormous strength against the powerful wind, the sky a thick layer of pewter, there is a sense of peace and security because of my shelter.
In spite of the destruction caused by hurricanes, it is said to be important rainmakers in certain regions of the world. It helps to maintain global heat balance and assists in cycling nutrients from the sea floor among others.
Storm chasers who fly into hurricanes report that there is an amazing calm in the eye of the storm. There is no wind, nothing moves, silence. The eye has an average diameter of 30- 60 km. Above the plane is clear blue sky with the sun streaming into the windows. Surrounding them is total darkness of the eyewall thunderstorms and below them the roaring ocean stirring up waves up to 60 feet high.
The storm ceases and we see the sun scorching its way through a hole in the clouds, as there has never been a storm that didn’t end.
The storms of life; we have experienced them, all of them. We have been caught in them, helplessly lost in them and sometimes, because of our own making. We’ve been blown of course with clouds of fear, helplessness, doubt, insecurity, losses, but we survived. Life is precious.
In the storms of life, God speaks to us. Sometimes in the eye of the storm, in the dead silence of life when there doesn’t seem to be any sense to anything. Through the little things, the nonsense of life. Nothing profound like written in the stars or reveled in a dream. Just a word or a thought like, don’t give up, show grace, forgive, keep going.
We must keep walking through the storm and not fear the darkness of the eyewall as nothing can separate us from the one who calms the storm.
It is sometimes in the storm that we see real miracles. They are not the miracles that create faith because we saw something. They are miracles that it takes faith to see.
Go to the other side, who knows where that is in our lives or what awaits us. No matter what happens, we have Jesus asleep in the boat, which gives us hope and courage.Nothing can compare to the mystery of the absolute knowing that even in the silence, whether it is in the eye of the storm or the calm after the storm, that the presence of his holiness is there. Listen for it.
As we keep going to the other side may the one who sleeps in the boat become awake in us.