I think we forget that when Peter stepped out of the boat and on to the water that he was all alone, besides Jesus, with nothing to hold on to. He left safety and comfort in the boat. It was all or nothing. It was either walk on water or dangle your feet over the sides of the boat. I think the problem with trying to be a Christian is that most people just dangle their feet over the sides of the boat and say, “Well, I tried it. Didn’t work. I don’t get Christianity.” As long as your butt is in the boat you won’t understand what it means to be a Christian. Christianity doesn’t work that way! Christianity doesn’t work in the boat, it only works on the water!
I feel small. Not in a bad way. Just small. Like a naive little kid standing close to the road with cars whizzing by. Just close enough to make grown-ups nervous. It’s a big world out there. It’s ok to feel small. That’s just an attentive perspective. Because we’re all small. We’re all small and fragile, in spite of how big the slightest confidence makes us feel. We are not in as much control as we think due to things like other’s abuse of free will and countless things about our planet that could render us worm food in an instant. Small. But depending on your perspective, it’s either small as in meaningless, stoic, and tragic, or small as in just taking a cosmic wagon ride wherever Daddy wants.
Lurking in obscurity.
Irish I were drunk…
with the Holy Spirit.
"For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong."