This is not a story but an opinionated side of the classic Bible story of when Jesus calmed the storm on the sea. It’s written in Simon Peter’s perspective
Before us stood Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who had basically saved our lives from a deadly storm of winds, waves, and rain of horror. I, Simon Peter, was just truly realizing who this obviously holy person was. But this is a miraculous story, so let me tell it right.
Jesus had been talking to us, his new disciples, about different subjects. We had been in town and just wanted some peace with just ourselves. He, being our leader, suggested that the sea was peaceful and calm and that we should go out to sea, but to the more western part away from the good fishing areas, to avoid fishermen. I knew Jesus was exhausted from teaching us for most of the day and crowds of people over the last few weeks, so I explained to him that he needed to just go to sleep and rest. He gladly went down to the lower deck, and fell asleep, probably on bags of sand or potatoes or something like that.
If I had known what would happen over the next couple of hours, I would’ve told him to rest later.
As the ferociously dark rainclouds swarmed over our boat, the waves started to pick up. I was terrified that this might be the end. I know that’s being a little dramatic, but it’s what I was thinking about at the time, and you never know how or when you’ll die.
Water was pushing its way over the sides, sheets of rain were pouring down all over us, also clouding up what we could see, and yet Jesus was still sound asleep in the lower deck while the entire crew of disciples were yelling and giving commands in order to survive. I had no other choice; I ran down the stairs to wake our sleeping leader so he could save us from the horrible storm that was coming from all directions. If we had a chance at survival, he would be our best chance. He was still drowsy and it was like a burst of energy shocked him. But that burst didn’t last long after I told him the situation.
He casually walked up the stairs like it was no big deal, wiping his eyes and yawning from being awakened. He went over to the side of the deck and yelled that the storm stop with the winds and the rain. Immediately the clouds were again snow white, and the lake calm and smooth, and the sun pouring its rays down on us and the water. It looked like a beautiful spring evening.
Jesus looked around at the sky in satisfaction, admiring what his Father had made for this world and how wonderful it was. Then he turned to us and gave us a harsh and questionable look. He asked, “Where has your faith disappeared to?”
I and the eleven others didn’t understand why he asked such a question, nor what he meant by it. We had had faith in him the entire time; we knew He could calm the dreaded storm; and that’s why we called Him for help. In fear and amazement we asked one another, “Who is this? He commands even the winds and the waters, and they obey him.”
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