The Storm

by Meredith Day

Foreword: I wrote this post a week or so ago and did not post it. I was discontent with the ending... even though the ending is truth most days. However, I added upon it late last week. The line indicates the continuation.

Rain pounds on the tired window panes, gusts of wind race past the side of our ancient house and I feel my bed shake, tree limbs snap like wishbones and fall effortlessly to the deserted street. This was my reality a couple weeks ago when the hurricane hit.

We were in the midst of the storm... But I think I am still in the midst of my own storm...

I've seen it through the physical damage of hurricane Sandy. I've seen the devastating effects on those who are still without electricity, without homes, without hope.

I've seen it in the lives of close friends that I deeply care about. In the crossroads between life paths, in the heartbreak of illness, in the disappointment of crushed dreams.

I've seen it in my own life. In the busyness of the routine, in the continual letting go of the life I once knew, in the questioning of my abilities during this hectic part of the semester.  

The truth is that I'm in the middle of a storm. So what do we do when we find ourselves here? What can we hold on to when hope seems so far fetched?

"As evening came, Jesus said to his disciples, 'Let's cross to the other side of the lake.' So they took Jesus in the boat and started out, leaving the crowds behind. But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water. Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him, shouting, 'Teacher, don't you care that we're going to drown?' When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, 'Silence! Be still!' Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Then he asked them, 'Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?" -Mark 4.35-40

I'm not a God-expert. I don't know why Jesus was sleeping in the middle of this storm. I don't know why Jesus let the disciples panic before he finally got up and did something about it. I don't know why the storm had to rage on when Jesus had the ability to make the whole. thing. stop.

The only thing I do know is that Jesus was in the boat with them.

He may have been sleeping, he may have been silent, but he was with them. in the boat. The God of the universe was present as a fleshly being-- lying there on those cold, wet, slacks of wood.

I don't know why the storm rages on. I don't know why some days the incessant beating of the rain just. won't. stop. 

But I do know that Jesus is in the boat with us.

And I think that's the hope when there is none.


And then sometimes God physically reminds us that God is in the storm with us.

Because last week the storm turned into something new...

Into a blanket of white.

From pounding globs of wet to wistful and light reminders of grace.

I have to believe that Jesus is in the storm with me. and with you.

And that is all the hope we need.