So they took Jesus in the boat and started out, leaving the crowds behind (although other boats followed). But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water.
Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?”
When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the water, “Silence! Be still!” Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Then he asked them, “Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?”
The disciples were absolutely terrified. “Who is this man?” they asked each other. “Even the wind and waves obey him!” —Mark 4:36-41 NLT
From my journal entry on Thursday, Feb 3:
I sit here at 7:30 in the morning, not having walked the girls to school, since it’s their third cancelation in as many days, due to an ice/snow storm, which shut down power for a lot of people, though for us only a couple hours while we slept. I took the girls on a “hike” yesterday to the small grocery store in town to pick up a few things. I thought they’d enjoy getting out of the house. I see outside my window even now the havoc wreaked by this storm. I doubt the girls will go to school tomorrow. It might take the weekend for the salt to sufficiently thaw the roads. It’s worse than snow. There is on our walkway a sheet of ice about an inch thick. It’s entirely dangerous yet quite beautiful.
And here is Jesus, whom even the wind and waves obey. He is all-powerful, the Creator of everything, and the one who generously gives me each breath.
A week like last week reminds me that we’re really not in control. Our infrastructure can be torn down in seconds, just like the Tower of Babel. We serve a big God, who knows where the wind begins.