WHERE IS YOUR FAITH?

The wind was fierce. The waves climbed higher and higher and yet higher still. The boat turned and tumbled and tottered. The men trembled and shook and shuddered for they well knew the perils of the sea.

And then they looked and saw and were terrified that there was one that walked on the water, unconcerned of wind and waves and fear. He had no need of boat. Indeed the boat had need of him! "It is a ghost"; they said and clutched all the tighter. "Or one that does not understand, an outsider."

"What shall we do?" they asked each other. "The boat is all we know. We know not how to do the other, the boat is the best we have."

The wind blew on, the waves rose higher. The boat shook and groaned and took more water. Still the men held tighter, as tight as the grip of their fear. Weak and weakened, overcome by the onslaught, the boat was all that they knew.

"Fear not", said the one, "for it is I. I know of your plight."

"No, it cannot be." said the men and feared all the more. "We have never done it that way. The boat is our salvation if saved we are to be."

But wait, there was one, only one who dared. "Master, if it is really you...? But what if it is? What can this mean? Did He come for - me?

"…call to me, ask me to come to you."

Will He? Would He do that? Is it His way? Is it His will?

"COME!"

Will I? Can I? Should I? Is it allowed? What of the others?

"COME!"

May I? Is it proper? What if ...?

He is waiting, wishing, wanting, willing….

Keep the fellowship pure,

Don B.