there are WAVES in my boat....

As I was doing my devotions this week, I came across a very familiar passage in Matthew - the story of Jesus calming the storm. (if you want to read it, click on the title of the post and it will take you there...) I think I've heard this story almost a million times, with almost a million different angles and themes. Each time I've heard the story, the disciples always get bashed because of their lack of faith.

This time, when I read it, I was amazed at how much faith they DID have.

Think about it.

They get into the boat. Jesus falls asleep. A storm comes up.

Now, this is not a little storm. It's a BIG storm. v24 says, "Suddenly, a terrible storm came up, with WAVES BREAKING INTO THE BOAT." (Mark says that "high waves began to break into the boat until it was nearly full of water." (4:37))

So then the disciples freak out, wake Jesus up and tell him that they're pretty sure that they're all going to die.

And then we all bash the disciples because Jesus tells them that they don't have enough faith.

But think about it.

There are waves breaking into the boat.

DUDE -- that is one huge storm. These are not little waves. And these are not people who are unfamiliar with the weather. They're FISHERMEN. And the waves are cresting in the middle of the lake. Into their boat.

The boat is getting full.

And Jesus is sleeping.

Now, I've been on some water in my day, and I quite enjoy it. I love ferries, and boats, and swimming. I've been on the ocean when it is raining, and there are some pretty 'nice' waves. But nothing like this. They're fishermen. This is what they do. They practically live on the water. If they're freaking out, then I kinda believe that they're having a problem. I have a feeling that I would be freaking out too, if there were waves breaking into my boat.

So Jesus is sleeping. And they wake him up.

And Jesus looks at them and asks, "Why are you afraid?"

Uh....

Why am I afraid?? THERE ARE WAVES IN MY BOAT!!!

How big would the waves have had to have been for them to wake Jesus up? They were waiting. They waited beyond, what I think, would have been rationally normal. They waited through the wind. They waited through the rain. They waited through a little bit of water in the boat.

They waited until waves were cresting into their boat, and their boat was full.

They waited until, what they thought, was the very last possible second.

And then they woke Jesus up.

He was IT. He was their last chance. They thought they were going to die. And maybe they knew that he would tell them that they needed to have more faith.

My point is that they didn't wake him up at the first sign of danger. They waited until the end. Until all of their options had been exhausted. Until the end of the strength that they had.

And then Jesus says, "Why are you so afraid? You have so little faith."

And when I thought about it like this, those words almost seemed comforting.

Why are you afraid?

It's like a mom, asking her child why he's afraid - 'Why are you afraid? You know that I won't let anything happen to you.'

Why are you afraid?

And then he calms the water. He rebukes it. (He doesn't rebuke the disciples!)

Why are you afraid?

And everything is quiet.

The whole story made me think of my own life. So often, I think I have so much faith. I'm waiting on God - for an answer, for him to rescue me out of a situation, for strength, for whatever.
I FEEL like I'm waiting until there's nothing left. No more strength, no more options, nothing.

So I freak out, and God looks at me and goes, "why are you afraid? you know that I'll never give you anything more than you can handle. You have so much to learn about what I can do. You have so little faith. But next time, you'll have a little more. And the next time after that, you'll have more..."

You have so little faith.

What would have happened if the disciples hadn't woken Jesus up? How would he have changed their lives? What would have been different? Would their boat have sunk, and they would have had to trust him in new ways? Would Jesus have woken up and calmed the storm himself?

I think that no matter how long the disciples would have waited, they still would have gotten the same response.
Because there's always more to learn.

There's always more faith. More trust.

Jesus always wants to push us further than where we think we can go.

You have so little faith, but keep trusting.

He's got us in the palm of his hand, even when we think we're at the absolute, final end of everything.

Even when there are waves in our boats.

Be strong and take heart, all you who put your hope in the LORD! Trust me in your times of trouble, and I will rescue you, and you will give me glory.
(Psalm 31:24, Psalm 50:15)

well, it's finally over

I thought that this semester would NEVER END...

But, fortunately for me,

it has!!

I wrote my last exam yesterday afternoon, and now, I am looking forward to a great weekend, in which I will not worry about assignments, papers, or tests. (not even once!)

Thanks for sticking with me... I might post something more fun later. Maybe a photograph of the rabbit that's been hopping through our parking lot all morning. or something equally as fun....

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hip-hip-hooooray

I'd just like to announce that I JUST handed in my LAST paper of the semester.

Yes. This is a wonderful thing.

Now there's just finals. 3 of them. Next week.

But my papers, and school work -- all done.

super!!!

World Curling Pictures

As promised, here are some pictures of curling.... (my favorite is the HAT -- yes, it's a red, plush curling rock WITH PINS on it...)

If you care, the sheet closest to us is Norway (in white) and Finland (in blue). The second sheet is Canada (wearing black (with white belts)), and playing the US (in blue). On the third sheet is Switzerland (Red) and Denmark (not pictured). The furthest sheet is Australia (yellow) playing Sweden (also not pictured)

curling (it's a game!)

I was riding the LRT this week, and I sat down across from an old man. I'm guessing that he was around 85+ --> he had the clear skin and yellow nails of the elderly, and he was wearing old plastic glasses with the lenses that made his eyes look as big as (something big and round, but I can't think of a word that adequately describes it). He had a folded up walker, and was wearing old dress pants and velcro shoes.

And I sat down across from him. (he smelled like toast)

I guess he decided that I was approachable (what with my headphones in, looking out the window, how could I be anything BUT approachable??), so he leans towards me and yells, " ARE YOU TAKING PHARMACY????"

uh... what do you say to that? NO. I'm not.

I'm not sure he heard me.

Maybe I wasn't YELLING loud enough for the whole train to hear.

Anyway. He proceeded to go on this long diatribe about how university was so much cheaper when he was young ($20 for a class, which made me quite envious!!), and how pharmacists are going to have a whole lot more work to do. It was really quite charming. He meant well, and wanted to have someone to talk to. I guess if you're not used to the silence and hum of the LRT, it's a little strange.

Then he was quiet for a while. And I smiled to myself, and put my earphones back in, and resumed staring at my reflection in the window.

Then we got to Rexall, and he leans over towards me again, and goes "ARE YOU GOING CURLING??"

I smiled again, took out my headphones (although I probably didn't need to), and told him no.

Then he asks, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS? IT'S NOT FOR YOUR HAIR! SOME GIRLS THINK IT'S FOR THEIR HAIR, BUT IT'S A GAME!"

Oh boy... uh... Yes, sir, I DO know what curling is.

And now the rest of the train knows, too.

"IT'S NOT THAT HARD. ALL YA GOTTA DO IS GET THE ROCKS OUTTA THE WAY"

wow.

"JUST GETTEM OUTTA THE WAY. RIGHT OUTTA THERE! WE ONCE..."

And he was off again.

The whole thing was really quite amusing. The most amusing part, however, was that he NEVER GOT OFF THE TRAIN.

We got to Clareview, and I got off, and he just sat there.

He just sat.

He had got ON the train at Health Sciences, and we were at Clareview, and he stayed on.

I looked back towards him as I was heading down the stairs, and he was STILL just sitting there. Maybe he was just riding the train for company, I don't know. But, man, was that ever funny!!!

As a side note, I DID end up going to the World's Men's Curling at Rexall. I'll post some pictures of it later.