Dark thunderclouds drenched the sailors with torrents of
rain. The wind gusted powerfully. The small boat listed side to side. The men’s
muscles ached. It had been hours. Still the sea fought them.
Then they saw a figure, walking on water. The storm frightened
them. This terrified them. They turned to each other in abject horror. “Is it a
ghost?”
Sensing their fear, He walked over to them. “Don’t be
afraid. It is I.” He climbed into the boat. Then the storm ceased.
He addressed their
fear not by calming the storm but by reminding them of who He was.
Astute as always. Well said.
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