PEACE BE STILL

 

The clouds rolled in without warning. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled and the waves were engulfing the boat faster than they could bail. After doing all they could; when it seemed all hope was lost; when abandoning ship appeared to be the only solution, someone remembered the Master. Where was He? Had anyone seen Him lately? Had He been swept overboard? No, He was where they had left Him: Asleep below deck! After they scolded Him, He scolded them. Then, He rebuked the sea. As quickly as the storm appeared, it was gone. A simple, “Peace be still”, was all it took. The calm was eerie. The quiet was deafening. These seasoned sailors had never witnessed anything like it.

 

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