Why do you doubt?
He drew me up from the desolate pit,
Out of the miry bog. Psalm 40:2
Read Matthew 14:23—33
Something is coming to mind. Some time is coming to mind. To my mind. I am sure there has been a time when I felt almost dared to trust Jesus. I mean really trust him. To venture out. To step out where I’d never stepped before, when there was nothing to support me if it was not Jesus himself. I’m sure I must have been in Peter’s position. Surely. Sometime. And Jesus held me. Look, I’m still here, and the stronger for it. And if I can’t think of a time, then there will be a time. There will be. Look, there’s even a reminder in this account of the enormous step Jesus himself took into the blackness, the journey he made deliberately to the cross with no one to support him. He did that one for me, to really hold me in every situation. I say that because both stories, this story and that story, the account of the storm and the account of the cross, end the same way: ‘Truly you are the Son of God.’[1]
Prayer
Dear Lord, you have ventured into the deepest storm of all, the great seismic disaster that spells the end of the world, the end of all hope, that was accompanied by darkness[2] and by earthquake[3] and by wailing.[4] You have been where I dread to go. And now you call me to step out and trust you. I think I know what you are calling me to. If I stay long enough in prayer, I think I will know. Whatever your call, let me take your hand. Let me grow in true trust, true faith.
[1] Matthew 27:54
[2] Matthew 27:45
[3] Matthew 27:51
[4] Luke 23:27