
Read: Luke 8:22-25
"One day Jesus said to his disciples, "Let's go over to the other side of the lake." So they got into a boat and set out. As they sailed, he fell asleep. A squall came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger. The disciples went and woke him, saying, "Master, Master, we’re going to drown!" He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm. "Where is your faith?" he asked his disciples. In fear and amazement they asked one another, "Who is this? He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey him." (Luke 8:22-25)
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"As they sailed, He fell asleep."
Yes, Jesus slept. Sometimes we tend to think of Jesus as some stoic, hovering spirit-being -- a man who never smiled (after all, smiling is a sin, right?) and who never broke stride. But Hebrews 2 makes it clear that Jesus was just like us in His humanity when it says, "he had to be made like his brothers in every way." In every way? In every way. That means he did the mundane and routine things we have to do every day for sustenance.
Jesus ate food. He had to or His body would die. Jesus drank from the watery brook and from the local well. He was cut and bled, maybe even to the tune of stubbed toes and blisters. After all, those 1st Century sandals weren't quite as comfy as our modern flip-flops. And in a world of rocks, hills, and dust, even the heartiest of feet get humbled.
In today's selection of Scripture, we find Jesus sleeping on a fishing boat. He even slept through the increasing storm. Why? He was so tired He did what you and I often do when we're wiped out. He went into deep sleep. Of course, unlike you and I, He got up and rebuked the storm and it obeyed. But that's because He was also 100-percent God.
So next time we're worn out or beat down let us remember that Jesus went through everything that we go through long before we did. He's been in our shoes. And He will give us the strength we need to make it through. He overcame, and because He did, so can we.
Be God's.
THE INCARNATION SONG
Callused hands and dirty feet; / Sweaty brows and tired legs
The miles, they pass, with little to eat; / But "Come follow me," the preacher begs
Climbing hills and fording streams / On His way from A to B
Travel’s tough and His body’s beat / Yet still He cries, “Come follow me”
He ate, He drank, He held out His hands
The God of all creation dwelling as a man
In all ways He was like us, though He knew no sin
Through His death we are redeemed
Through His life we’re born again