I stand in awe, in wonder. I have clamored about aimlessly for so long, seeking my pleasure and fortune in things of this world- in the comfort of coffee cups, familiar faces, affirming words, therapeutic Target runs, and restless afternoons on the couch. I have cried out for You to meet me, to find me, and fill me, while diving deeper and deeper into comfort. But You- You are calling me to the surface- where the winds belabor relentlessly and rain falls heavy. The surface is where You sent Your disciples in the midst of raging storms. And it’s where You met them. You called them to the surface and You met them there- walking confidently in Your divinity on the water’s abrasive tension. It’s where You said the words, “Take heart, it is I. Do not be afraid.”
It’s the moment that Peter, the rock upon which You built Your church, heard the command, “Come.” And with reckless trust in a captivating Savior much bigger than he, stepped out of the security of the boat and the comfort of his closest friends, to come to Jesus, to You. It’s that paralyzing moment of fear as the present danger arrests the senses, the heart… when the reality of the forceful winds and pounding waves shattered his fixed gaze upon You, and Peter began to sink. I remember sinking in the same moment of fear. I remember the debilitating distress my own mortality claimed, as the crushing actuality of my human weakness stripped my heart of its childlike faith and trust.
But all we ever have to say is, “Lord, save me." And with those words, our helpless depravity is met in a beautiful, grand collision with Your boundless tender love. Jesus immediately reached out His hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O You of little faith, why did you doubt?”
The living Word says, Jesus immediately reached out His hand and took hold of him. In my darkest moment of despair, I cry out to my Jesus, my King- and You take hold of me, in my feeble and timid faith.
I worship a King like no other. He is the servant king, and I can choose to live my life plunging daily into the empty depths of comfort in this world, OR I can step out on the surface of tumultuous waves and beating rain… and be met by my Savior, my King. He beckons for me, for you, to “Come.”
I will live my days out with Jesus, my King, taking hold of me. There is no other way, no other life.
Won’t you, skeptic, doubter, seeker, follower- won’t you consider the lovely, eternal weight of this one word? The simple call to “Come.” Jesus meets us. He takes hold of us. Forsake the barren depths that you and I have created a home in. He is waiting… He is beckoning. Just “Come.”2 years ago