Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 35 (v.1) - I Perish!

Submitted: July 30, 2019

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Submitted: July 30, 2019




"Jesus," Bartholomew lowered his voice, looking into the face of his Lord, "This is a desert place. There's not much nearby. Send the multitude away so that they can get to the villages and buy food."

"They need not depart; give ye them to eat."

"We have here but five loaves, and two fish." The lack of education showed in their speech. Fishes? But no one cast a pitiful or demeaning glance their direction.

"Bring them hither to me," Jesus told them, commanding those that were there to sit. He held the meager food in hand, praying over it, dividing it between His disciples for them to disperse to the throng. Over five thousand did eat, and were filled: and they took up of the fragments that remained twelve baskets full.

Afterward, assured that Jesus would come to them again after He'd sent the multitudes away, the disciples boarded their ship, heading out to sail to the other side. Jesus was used of the long distances by foot, and there were always boats sailing to and fro, any of which would likely give Him a lift.

The throng dispersed, back from whence they came, Jesus finally got the time to grieve, alone, spending the next hours in prayer. And by evening He was there alone.

By that time, the disciples were sailing amid the sea, again the sea black and raging, the wind contrary to them. A sailor's nightmare. Peter was already having queasy flashbacks of the last storm. At least then, though, they had had Jesus with them. Alone, all they could do was hold fast.

And in the fourth watch of the night, Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea

And in the fourth watch of the night, Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea. John cried out, breaking the silence, more terror on his face than before. Wind and waves were one thing. Ghosts another altogether. "A ghost!" He gestured to the figure walking towards them upon the water.

Jesus made no delay to comfort His children, "Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid!" There was no fear in love. Perfect love casts out fear.

Peter wasn't one to just things at face value. "Well, Lord, if it really is You, call me out there on the water with You."

Jesus smiled, "Come!"

Peter didn't make a delay, timidly at first, once his foot planted firmly atop the water, he strode to Jesus, his eyes fastened on Him until the sound of the boat crashing atop the waves broke his focus. How was this happening? Was this even possible? Doubts arose quickly, fear beginning to grip his heart. What was he doing? What possessed him to leave the "safety" of the ship? Even the second he took his eyes from Jesus, his foot began to sink, "Lord! Lord save me!"

His faith had failed.

Jesus did not wait, His hand reaching and grasping Peter's in a split second, "O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?" And when they came into the ship, the wind ceased.

James fell to his knees, "Of a truth thou art the Son of God!"


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