Where is your faith?

You ever feel like you are only getting a peek at things?

As if you are just a hair’s breath away from something glorious? If only someone nearby would reach out

And give you a hand up, you, too, could

Sail off into the sunset?

But, instead, the fear of getting tripped up, hinders you

There’s just so many real dangers out there. But, truth be told, your biggest fear is getting

tossed overboard, left to sink or swim on your own.

It’s not the sinking that bothers you, so much,

as it is the being on your own.

All alone.

And while you sit there, clinging to your fears, life flies right by you

And somewhere a community gathers in celebration

Unaware

Of your need to be tethered to something bigger than yourself, something sturdy and sure

Now on one of those days Jesus and His disciples got into a boat, and He said to them, “Let us go over to the other side of the lake.” So they launched out. 23 But as they were sailing along He fell asleep; and a fierce gale of wind descended on the lake, and they began to be swamped and to be in danger. 24 They came to Jesus and woke Him up, saying, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” And He got up and rebuked the wind and the surging waves, and they stopped, and it became calm. 25 And He said to them, “Where is your faith?”

Luke 8: 22-25

About Karen Spears Zacharias

Author. Speaker. Journalism Instructor. Four kids. Three dogs. One grandson.

  • John in PDX

    To the master of the winch,

    We were crowded in the cabin,
    Not a soul would dare to sleep,
    It was midnight on the waters.
    and a storm was on the deep.

    ‘Tis a fearful thing in winter
    To be shattered in the blast,
    And to here the rattling trumpet
    Thunder, “Cut away the Mast!”

    So we shuddered there in silence,
    For the stoutest held his breath,
    While the hungry sea was roaring,
    And the breakers talked with Death.

    As thus we sat in Darkness,
    Each one busy in his prayers,
    “We are lost!” the Captain shouted,
    As he staggered down the stairs.

    But his little daughter whispered.
    As she took his icy hand,
    “Isn’t God upon the ocean,
    Just the same as on the land?”

    Then we kisser the little maiden,
    And we spoke in better cheer,
    And we anchored in safe harbor
    When the morn was shining Clear.

    Fields

    Thanks, fun afternoon – and we got first place for Phuriouly Phast Phreddy – like he needs another pickle dish.

    • Karen Spears Zacharias

      Love this poem. Thanks for sharing. Yes. Great fun. Congrads to Phreddy. And crew.

  • http://koinepdx1.blogspot.com AF Roger

    Nice product placement in the penultimate photo, Karen! InBev may send you a check. Or not. :)


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