What is most amazing is that He was in the boat the whole time. There in the midst of the storm, with the driving winds and crashing waves testing body and soul, Jesus slept. If the storm threatened, it threatened Jesus as well, yet He slept.
It is impossible to know how Paul’s past actions must have haunted Him. In light of his new revelation his deeds must have appeared even grosser, more horrific. By his own testimony he had been “a blasphemer and a persecutor and a violent man” (1Tim. 1:13). In his mind he was the “worst” of sinners (1Tim. 1:15). And so he was, and so are we.
The passing of a relationship can feel like death. And it is a dying of sorts, if only a dying of dreams and hopes coupled with that fearful return to being single. But there are worse things, things lurking in the darker realms of relationships, the shadowy realms. I do not even mean the more tragic scenes of rape, abuse, or the eventual divorce. I mean also the pieces of our heart that lie strewn across the years of trying. A song I wrote many years ago begins like this …