When a Stranger Calls.


Here’s to writing on a whim. Shall we begin?

Read Matthew 14:24-26.  Warning: This verse contains a spoiler alert.

You will find in fact that JESUS was the stranger on the water presumed (by Peter and his homies) to be a ghost.

 

Let’s imagine.

Let’s imagine that we are Peter. Sitting in a boat. An old old boat.
This isn’t the Titanic here.
Although, that boat wouldn’t be ideal either.
It’s a smaller fishing boat. Being rocked by the huge swells being encouraged by the winds of the huge storm approaching.

 You see a figure approaching from the distance.

You wipe your salty face, and attempt to remain steady in the rocking boat in the rolling water.
“Hey guys! That’s not a boat, and that’s not a Domino’s Pizza over there coming closer.

WHAT IS THAT?

 

 We already know that this was the Savior of the World just doing his thang and taking a stroll ON the water.

 

But, if you didn’t know who it was in the distance,
If you didn’t know much about the omnipotence of God,
If you didn’t know He can do anything, anywhere, for anyone,
What would you think?

 You may not presume that He is a Ghost.

You may not even give Him a second look.
But, for at least one second, He got your attention.

He had you wondering WHO He was, and HOW He could do such a thing.

Or.
Maybe you have seen Him walk on water towards you in the rough waters of life.
But you have forgotten.

You have let reality rush back in and flood your faith.

Watering it down to the diluted socially accepted ratio.
You aint got no more saltiness.
Your faith has become small enough to be bottled and sold as Artesian Water.

 Side Story:

 

This week, my family and I were blessed enough to be able to enjoy a short vacation to the east coast. We were able to see Philly, Baltimore, and Washington DC. But, for the better part of our trip we stayed in a quaint borough of Philadelphia named Phoenixville.

 

My body was on vacation.

My mind was on vacation.
My heart was on vacation.
My thoughts were on vacation.
It was heaven.

One morning, before our excursion to Philadelphia, we stopped at a charming coffee shop.

As we sat and sipped our coffee and scarfed our breakfast down, we were approached by a middle aged man.

Eric.
Eric was tall. Very tall.
Eric had one tooth in his head.
Eric had wrinkles that outlined the story of a hard life.
Eric carried a guitar on his back. 
Eric had on decent clothing but, well worn.
Eric had a charming personality.
Eric wore his heart on his sleeve and approached us, strangers.
Eric was a stranger.

 A stranger called.

 To Be Continued.

Read on, friends. Matthew 14:27-31.

 

Peter had bottled Evian faith. In that moment.

A stranger had called to Peter. And he was unsure.
He tested Jesus and even still his faith was filtered through fear.
And when Peter’s faith was failing,
Jesus’ hand was extended to save Peter.

From the water.
From the storm.
From drowning.
From death.

And now, for the rest of the story.

We sat and talked with Eric.
We invited him to be a part of our morning.
To be a part of our life. If only just for that time.

And I was reminded, 
His love never goes on vacation.
His story never goes on vacation.
His purpose never goes on vacation.
His truth never goes on vacation.
He never goes on vacation.

And neither should we.

Because someone’s heaven depends on it.

 

A stranger called from the raging waters of his life.

A stranger called from the overwhelming storm of his situations.
A stranger falled for a life preserver. He was drowning.
A stranger called for an answer to the death in his life.

 I know Eric was sent to us.

 

A stranger called from the raging waters of his life.

A stranger called from the overwhelming storm of his situations.
A stranger falled for a life preserver. He was drowning.
A stranger called for an answer to the death in his life.

Eric was sent to us.

To remind us that, our life, as Christians is never on vacation.

 There are two parts to this:

 

 One:

We needed Eric. We needed to be refreshed. We needed to remember that we are called to talk to strangers.

We are called to love strangers.
We are called to bring hope to strangers.
We are called to be Jesus to strangers.

 Two:

We were called to reach out our hand to Eric in his storm and help lift him up.

When Jesus called out to Peter, he was testing His faith.

Who is calling out to you, and Jesus is using them to test your faith?
Who needs you to believe in Him enough to step out on the waters?
Who needs you to believe in Him enough to face the storm?
Who needs you to have the faith to walk where feet might fail?

But the real question is…

When a stranger calls, do you answer?

Stay Tuned for Profound Thoughts,
Ashlee

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