Things can be fine one minute and the next a rush of anxiety as you find yourself on a life-flight trip to the hospital with your precious baby. Or It might be a heartsick phone call or a hundred other things slamming you into a storm.
Master, don’t you care? The apostles asked that question in the fury of their storm.
Mark 4:37-38 And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish?
These seasoned fishermen are frightened. The ship, rocking and reeling, is full of water, it’s night time, they can’t see where they’re going, and Jesus is asleep in the ship.
Can’t you hear them screaming, “Wake up! Wake up, Master! Don’t you care?” He did.
Can’t you hear them screaming, “Wake up! Wake up, Master! Don’t you care?” He did.
This old hymn we used to sing always brought this story alive, calming my spirit.
“Master, the tempest is raging the billows are tossing high. —- The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness, no shelter or help is nigh; —- Carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep, —- When each moment so madly is threat’ning a grave in the angry deep?
“The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace, be still. —- Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea —- or demons or men or whatever it be, —- No waters can swallow the ship where lies —- The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
“They all shall sweetly obey Thy will. —- Peace, be still. Peace, be still. They all shall sweetly obey Thy will. —- Peace, peace, be still.”
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