Jesus and His disciples had gotten into a boat on the Sea of Galilee. Jesus told them to go over to the other side of the lake. As they were sailing along, Jesus fell asleep. Soon a huge wind arose, and their boat was in real danger of capsizing. The disciples awakened Jesus and with terror told Him they were perishing. But Jesus rebuked the winds and the surging waves, and soon there was calmness.
Jesus looked at His disciples and said, “Where is your faith?”
Jesus is still asking us that question today in our storms.
Aaron collapsed with a drop seizure last month after going for two years without one of those dangerous seizures. Where was my faith?
Our daughter called us from Texas two weeks ago. She was in the ER with a pulmonary embolism. Where was my faith?
Old hurts and unresolved issues about a situation from years ago started spilling out as I talked to a sweet friend the other night. Where is my faith?
A friend with a daughter going into drug rehab. A friend recently diagnosed with cancer. Another whose daughter is fighting a recurrence of her cancer. A job lay-off of one’s husband shortly before he could have retired. A friend whose son is having sudden and very serious seizures that are escalating. A friend betrayed and now divorced. Some are grieving prodigal children.
Where is their faith?
Jesus hung on the cross. “It is finished,” He cried. His battered body was lowered, and He was buried. His disciples were crushed, full of terror far worse than the terror on that boat. Where was their faith?
Satan was jubilant, thinking he had won. Jesus was dead!
“Now where is your faith?” he probably hissed to all who followed Jesus.
Not so fast, Satan!
The tomb was empty on that Sunday morning. Jesus lives today! We serve a risen Savior!
Where is my faith?
My faith, in every circumstance and storm and trial, is in a Savior Who has defeated death!
Jesus is with me in my boat today, very much alive and in control of every wave…every toss…every fear…every hurt.
We serve a RISEN Savior!