This morning's scripture was about Jesus asleep in the fishing boat.
The crew of disciples surrounded him, stepped over him, almost on him, as the fought to control the bobbing craft in the swirling waters and stormy winds. The lightning and the thunder did not seem to disturb his peace respite.

How could he sleep?

Indeed. And how can Jesus be asleep at the switch of my life? For that is how it seems at times. The storms of ministry, family, marriage, children, and life swirl me about like a cork in the ocean. And there is Jesus asleep.

I guess that is true of churches, too. Jesus lays asleep in the chancel while the congregation bobs about, floating to nowhere, struggling to figure out what went wrong.

And there is Jesus. Asleep. Not concerned. Non-Anxious Presence.

Ahh... that's it. Non-anxious Presence.
In the midst of the storm.
My storm.
The congregation's storm
The world's.

So, wake him. Rouse the sleeping Christ within.

Why do I hestitate to disturb him?

Probably because I like to see how much I can do
on my own.
In control
by myself,
I can do this, thank you very much.

Now I yearn for sleep. Rest for my soul.

Jesus, wake up! Please?

rca