"Let the little children come to me . . ."
One day, Jesus and his disciples climbed in a boat to cross the Sea of Galilee. No sooner had they gotten out into the water than a storm struck without warning. Lightening crashed all around the boat. Thunder roared above it. And from beneath, the waves rose higher and higher until they covered the little vessel.
Fear struck the hearts of the disciples. They were in danger! But where was Jesus?
There! In the corner ... sound asleep. Why, he wasn't at all disturbed! All that thunder and lightening, the splashing waves, the boat's violent rocking to and fro hadn't even awaked Him.
Perhaps the disciples debated what they should do. Day in and day out, it seemed, people thronged Jesus, begging for His help. On this particular day, Jesus had wanted to get away from the crowds, had wanted to get some rest. Waking Him might have seemed cruel.
But as the storm raged on, fear gave way to terror. Going to where Jesus lay, they wakened Him, crying out, "Lord, help us! We're going to drown."
Rising from His nap, Jesus spoke to the winds and the sea in the same way a parent might correct misbehaving child. He simply told the storm to stop, and instantly all was calm -- no more lightening,
no more thunder, no more wind, nothing but gentle waves softly lapping at the bottom of the boat.
With that, the disciples' fear gave way to amazement. "What kind of man is this," the asked, "that even the wind and the sea obey him?"