Note: This series is written as a first-person narrative in order to present Jesus in the context he walked with the unknown disciple that narrates presenting my thoughts and sparking more thoughts with his questions. Enjoy.
Later that day Jesus came to us, saying, “Let us go over to the other side.” Leaving the crowd and town behind, Peter took us to his boat. I looked at it, crafted mostly of cedar, it was about 25 feet long, 7 feet wide and 4 feet deep. We climbed in.
James looked at the sky as he settled in one of the four places for rowers.
“What?” I asked.
“I think we’ll be fine.”
“The shape of the hills surrounding us can whip up terrible storms. I don’t think that’ll happen today.”
There were also other boats following us. Taking advantage of an opportunity to rest, Jesus went to sleep on the elevated stern.
Later, the winds increased and Peter and John dropped the sail. A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, still sleeping on a cushion.
I never saw Peter panic before, but the concern I saw on the three fishermen’s faces worried me. “Bail faster!” Matthew yelled. I focused on getting as much water as I can out of the boat.
“How is Jesus still asleep?” Nathaniel asked. We woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”
He got up, looked around while holding the boat’s mast, then rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.
He looked at us, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”
We looked at each other, eyes wide and mouths open in shock, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”
Only God controls the weather and this man stopped a storm with three words…