When you’re not in a storm, it’s easy to forget how wildly winds can blow. Maybe too easy. We forget until we are thrown into remembering.
A corner is turned and the suddenness of life, the fierceness of the unexpected, the weight of trouble meets you – the forgotten now remembered. Life is full of dangers and storms can bend your knee, break you fast.
Today in my storm I remember and my heart feels regret for making others’ struggles light. When I forget, I minimize the weight of their reality, the strength of the wind that howls down hard upon them. And I sink wondering where did my compassion go? Did my season of blue skies birth indifference to the gray skies of others?
I think of a boat on a small sea thrown into an unforeseen crisis, gripping fear, overwhelming desperation. Experienced fishermen, acquainted with wind and waves, now in sudden chaos crying out for help, crying, “Kyrie soson!” – Lord, save! How frightening does a storm have to be to make seasoned fishermen fear they will drown?
My heart cries with theirs, “Lord, save!” These days, now rolling into weeks, rolling into months, have been full of challenges. Each seeming bigger than the next, coming faster, coming heavier.
He responds, “Peace, Be Still.” (Mark 4:39)
Again, I think of the fishermen, that boat, the storm. As their cries awaken Jesus, he is faced with two storms that need calming - the storm outside the boat, the storm inside the men.
No doubt external circumstances can uproot our internal peace, especially when faith is small, when eyes can only see wind and waves.
Peace settled upon the men as the wind and waves obeyed the voice of Jesus. Faith was stirred as understanding unfolded. As stillness settled upon the waves, upon their hearts, knowing took root. The one within their boat held the power to meet the wild chaos outside it.
This all reminds Psalm 46.
“God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.” Vs 1
“Be still, and know that I am God. . . vs 10
I realize the same is true for me, for my current storm that rages. I am instructed to be still and in my stillness, he demonstrates his power, his sufficiency. As my knowing grows my cry will no longer come from a place of fear, rather that of confidence, confidence in the one who commands wind and waves, confidence in the one who calms the wild chaos.
He is present in our days and weeks and months. He is present in our blue skies and gray days. He is present for us and for others we may forget. Lord, help us to remember, may our hearts remain tender. And may we cry, ““Kyrie soson!” – Lord, save – from a place of confidence in your sufficiency, in your ability to calm our storms.