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Friday, January 26, 2007
In The Eye of The Storm

Have you ever been hit by a hailstorm of doubts. That whichever turn you made, and wherever you went this nagging but disturbing feeling would follow. Constantly seeking to trouble you and disturb your faith.

Do you ever get doubtstorms? Some of you don't, we've met them before.

Sometimes I think they're gifted. They're gifted with faith. They can see the rainbow before the clouds part. If you have this gift, then I won’t say anything you need to hear.

But others of you wonder...

You wonder if it is a blessing or a curse to have a mind that never rests.
But you would rather be honest then bury those feelings, so you continue to pray with one eye open and wonder:

- about the exams tommorrow
- about the power of prayer
- about the relationships that can't seem to get better
- about the dwindling bank account
- about why you are asking such questions anyway.

Tough questions. Seemingly wrong kind of questions.
Questions the disciples must have asked in the storm.

The light came for the disciples. A figure came to them walking on the water. It wasn’t what they expected. Perhaps they were looking for angels to descend or heaven to open. Maybe they were listening for a divine voice from heaven to still the storm.

We don’t know what they were looking for. But one thing is for sure, they weren’t looking for Jesus to come walking on the water.

“‘It’s a ghost,’ they said and cried out in fear” (Matt. 14:26).

And since Jesus came in a way they didn’t expect, they almost missed seeing the answer to their prayers.

And unless we look and listen closely, we risk making the same mistake.
God’s lights in our dark nights are as numerous as the stars, if only we’ll look for them.

When the disciples saw Jesus in the middle of their stormy night, they called him a ghost.
A hallucination. To them, the glow was anything but God.

When we see the dim lighton at the end of the tunnel, we often have the same reaction.
We dismiss occasional kindness as coincidence, accidents, or anomalies.
Anything but God.

“When Jesus comes,” the disciples in the boat may have thought, “he’ll split the sky. The sea will be calm. The clouds will disperse.”

“When God comes,” we doubters think, “all pain will flee. Life will be tranquil. No questions will remain.”

And because we look for the pillar of fire, we miss the candle. Because we listen for the roar of angels, we miss the whisper of God.

The signs that we look for outwardly has already been answered by the voice we heard within ourselves. So listen again.

PsD

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