It had been a very long day. After sitting in a small boat teaching enormous crowds of people who came to see and hear Him, Jesus then ministered privately to His disciples. Having poured Himself out on all who sought Him . . . Jesus needed sleep. Mark 4 records what happened next:
“That day when evening came, He said to His disciples,
“Let us go over to the other side. . . .”
A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat . . . .
Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion.
The disciples woke Him and said to Him,
‘Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?’
He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves,
‘QUIET! BE STILL!’
Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.
He said to His disciples, ‘Why are you so afraid?
Do you still have no faith?’”
Mark 4:35,37-40
Having read the story many times, I would have skipped past it. What stopped me was that in my last post I had featured God’s call in Psalm 46 to, “Be still and know that I am God!”. Before publishing that post, I had asked my son Luke to read it to make sure that what I’d written came across clearly. What I hadn’t expected was the blessing of Luke’s comment written on the corner of the page. This is what he wrote:
“Be still and know that I am God’—
is a command to HOPE—
establishing who is God and who is not.”
That insight, filled my heart and soul with an awe of God that left me nearly breathless. That is why, when Jesus commanded the waves to “be still” and He admonished His disciples for their lack of faith, it grabbed my attention. What I have since learned is:
Our response to difficulty and pain before God matters,
because they demonstrate who or what rules our hearts,
It wasn’t wrong to run to Jesus in fear. Jesus encourages all:
“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you , , , rest.”*
What the disciples did wrong was to run to Jesus doubting His divine goodness: “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?’
God’s command to HOPE is also a command
to refuse the temptation to doubt His goodness.
Such ‘invitations’ from Satan come to us in packages large and small:
Years ago I was friends with two sisters who grew up in Indonesia until their family was forced to leave for political reasons. One day a letter arrived in the mail, bordered in black around the edges of the envelope. I became curious as they they carefully separated the letter from the rest of the mail. When questioned, they explained that it was customary to send notices in black-edged envelopes to family and friends when someone died. I’ve never forgotten the sobering veil that filled the living room, as they waited until their parents came home to learn what friend or family member had died.
Satan plagues us with such black-edged invitations, filled with every sort of fear and dread imaginable. When we open them, we are overwhelmed by dark hopelessness. So how are we to handle such ‘invitations’? A passage in James 4 provides clarity and direction in how we are to run to God in faith:
“Submit yourselves, then, to God.
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
Come near to God and He will come near to you.
Wash your hands, you sinners,
and purify your hearts, you double-minded.
Grieve, mourn and wail.
Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom.
Humble yourselves before the Lord,
and He will lift you up.”
(Verses 7-10)
When life hits us hard He says,
Come . . . COME! Just as you are,
with tears streaming and hearts broken by despair,
COME in faith and you will find HOPE for your souls!
The following is a love-filled invitation to HOPE given me when despair threatened to capsize my boat. I’ll never forget driving on a dark, rainy night, sobbing as HOPE flooded my heart beyond measure.** If you are in such a place, I offer it in the love, mercy and tenderness of Jesus. ❤️
“For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I
will create rivers in the dry wasteland.”
Isaiah 43:19
(New Living Translation)
All to His Glory!
*Matthew 11:28
** What Wondrous Love Is This?, Fernando Ortega.
Interestingly, the black-edged stationary was/is also a custom I grew up with. Just the reading of the title of your blog post immediately brought back memories. Those letters indeed always made it right to the top of a stack of mail. As kids, we knew that they were bad news and their arrival was always followed by a funeral.
I love your analogy! It is a very powerful reminder to me to consider God before giving Satan the power to draw me into debilitating worries.
You have encouraged me today to look to God in my concerns. While waiting for the mail, we can know with certainty that He is in control, weather envelopes arrive with black edges or not.
LOVE THE SONG!!!! Thank you!
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Thank you, Heidi. Your story is a great affirmation of a memory of something that that took place more than 50 years ago! I do so appreciate you! ❤️
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