When the day is done, as evening
arrives, and in the absence of Jesus, His disciples decide to go out to sea. John
6:16 EFP
I am not
alone in recalling moments in my life when Jesus seems absent. I remember the sense of despondency and
discouragement I felt in those moments.
My heart grew restless. My
outlook looked dark and menacing. But
the feeling I most recall is that of emptiness and abandonment. I wonder if the disciples are feeling this. After all, they have witnessed the events of
the day and Jesus’ sudden disappearance?
It is not
surprising, and quite honestly it is quite familiar, to see the reaction of the
disciples to Jesus’ absence. They do not
apparently go look for him. They do not,
as a lost child is counseled to do, stay and wait for the Master to
return. Just like me, they go out to
sea, literally and figuratively. They
take to the sea, I sense with no particular destination in mind. Drifting.
Heading nowhere…quickly. One
boat. Twelve men. This is already a recipe for havoc. Throw in some fishermen, a zealot, a tax
collector; add some immaturity and no Jesus presence, and what you have is a
disaster waiting to happen. I know. I’ve been there.
The Lord is
teaching me to wait on Him when I am tempted to believe he is gone. He is never gone! He not only walked the worst of my days for
himself, but he walks them with me today.
I am learning to wait.
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