when it happens, you may believe

I briefly wrote before of what is in my head today. And memorizing the scene has it more clearly active in my mind's eye, so perhaps that is framing my perspective. (And it may behoove you to scan John6:15-25.)

But what if He was called to listen as He withdrew alone? What if He listened in prayer up there alone, not paying mind to the time of day? Imagine His disciples unsure of where He is. Maybe He crossed to Capernaum, says one of the twelve. Even if He's not there, says another, He's probably with one of the five thousand now, and He knows where we are headed. So they attempt to beat the darkness.

And He comes out of His chat with the Father who tells Him to head down from the mount and head to Capernaum, and He gets to the shore and looks about and sees neither the five thousand nor the twelve. And amazed that they left His side, He lifts his eyes and sees a bobbing craft three or four miles hence. And just before He moves to the remaining craft, the Father says no. Not the boat. That boat is there for the multitude's eyes tomorrow. That lone boat is a sign unto them. Go to the boat. And He looks up to the heavens to better understand. Go to the boat. And He looks across the wind-blown waves. Go to the boat. And He looks at His sandaled feet and then back to the heavens. Go to the boat.

In perfect faith, He takes that first step of faith, no different than Peter's first step soon forthcoming, but that first step of faith. But no sinking He. Eyes to the heavens, ear to the Father. Go to the boat. And no sinking He, He keeps taking those steps of faith, the waves higher and higher but no matter, just the steps of faith, keep taking those steps of faith. Go to the boat. And then He comes upon them. And frightened they, they wield oars in disbelief. But It is I. It is I.

It is I in perfect faith.