came, the boat
was out on the
lake, and he was alone on the land. When he saw that they were straining
at the oars against
an adverse wind,
he came towards them early in the morning, walking
on the lake. He intended to pass
them by. But
when they saw him walking on the lake, they thought it was a ghost
and cried out; for they all saw him and were terrified. But immediately
he spoke to them and said, ‘Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.’
Then he got into the boat with them and the wind ceased. And they
were utterly astounded, for they did not understand about the
loaves, but their hearts were hardened.
When they had crossed over, they came to land at Gennesaret
and moored the boat. When they got out of the boat, people at
once recognized him, and rushed about that whole region and
began to bring the sick on mats to wherever they heard he was.
And wherever he went, into villages or cities or farms, they laid
the sick in the market-places, and begged him that they might
touch even the fringe of his cloak; and all who touched it were
healed. Mark 6:47-56
Straining against the oars
gale force winds in our faces
we pull and strain together
inching backwards, never gaining.
All of our efforts, the hard work
back breaking daily labors
to carry the hope and dreams
just might be lost out here.
The fear builds up like fire
kindled in our empty bellies
we cannot stop for a minute
we cannot face this storm alone.
Across the roiling, rolling ocean
in dark shadowed alley ways
across impossible surfaces
love comes walking to us.
When we can no longer breathe
the heart no longer pumping
we are held in the hand of God
who whispers, it is I do not be afraid.