They listened to Jesus and they did what he said. (They had heard it before, of course–it was the same voice that made them, in the very beginning). The wind and the waves recognized Jesus’ voice. (Of course Jesus cared, and this was the very reason he had come–to rescue them and to save them.) No matter how hard they struggled with their ropes and sails, they couldn’t control their boat. Now Jesus’ friends had been fishermen all their lives, but in all their years fishing on this lake they had never once seen a storm like this one. The fishing boat was blown and buffeted and tossed and turned–back and forth and up and down and left and right and round and round!Īnd in the middle of the storm, Jesus was sleeping. The storm blew the water into towering waves that hurled the little boat up, up, up–then sent it hurtling, CRASHING back down, down, down! They were only about halfway across when, out of nowhere, whirling winds swept across the lake, fierce and strong, like a hurricane! A blinding flash of lightning lit up the sky. The friends were chatting happily as they headed out into the middle of the lake. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell fast asleep. Jesus climbed into the boat to take a nap. So they left the crowds at the shore and set out in a small fishing boat. Jesus had been helping people all day and now he was tired. “Let’s go across the lake,” Jesus said to his friends. A wonderful little passage on Mark 4/Matthew 8 from Sally Lloyd Jones‘ Jesus Storybook Bible, with illustrations by Jago.
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