My Faith Looks Up to Thee
Peter is a favorite disciple among Christians. Perhaps it is because we can so readily identify with him. He was impetuous. On one occasion, he was so clear in his confession that “Jesus is the Christ” that the Lord commended him with, “Blessed are you”. And, when Peter rebuked Jesus for saying that He must go to Jerusalem and die on a cross, Jesus rebuked Peter harshly with, “Get behind me Satan”.
The account of Peter walking on water has always been one of those that convicts me. Peter was afraid because the disciples had been on the Sea of Galilee all night in a storm. It was the fourth watch of the night (between 3 AM and 6 AM) with wind blowing, rain falling, and waves billowing. Jesus came walking to them on the sea. Peter asked, “Jesus, if that is you, ask me to come to you.” Jesus said, “Come”. Peter did and for a few steps on the water, he walked above the turmoil. But, then his eyes began to vividly see the storm’s fury. He was fully aware that he was no longer “in the boat” (his place of feeling secure). And, he was where he had never been before doing what he had never done before. In that moment, his fear was greater than his faith.
Jesus picked him up out of the sea, and chided him, “You of little faith. Why did you doubt?” I must confess that I have more often needed to be “snatched up” from my doubtful position than I have been commended for the magnitude of my faith. I want to be a man of great faith. I press toward that goal. I pray that God will cause me to remember His promises like these…..
Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?” (John 11:40). The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:17-18).
Lord, I’ve never moved a mountain and I guess I never will.
All the faith that I could muster wouldn’t move a small ant hill.
Yet I’ll tell you, Lord, I’m grateful for the joy of knowing Thee,
And for all the mountain moving down through life that You have done for me.
When I needed help you lifted me from the depths of great despair.
And when burdens, pain and sorrow have been more than I can bear,
You have always been my courage to restore life’s troubled sea,
And to move these little mountains that have looked so big to me.
Many times, when I’ve had problems and when bills I’ve had to pay,
And the worries and the heartaches just kept mounting every day,
Lord, I don’t know how you did it. Can’t explain the whereas or whys.
All I know, I’ve seen these mountains turn to blessings in disguise.
No, I’ve never moved a mountain, for my faith is far too small.
Yet, I thank you, Lord of Heaven, you have always heard my call.
And as long as there are mountains in my life, I’ll have no fear,
For the mountain-moving Jesus is my strength and always near. (WALT HUNTLEY).