With the Disciples on the Lake of Galilee

   (No. 1686)




   "The men marveled, saying, What manner of Man is this, that even the
   winds and the sea obey Him!" Matthew 8:27.

   "And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of
   Man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?" Mark 4:41.

   THIS story of the storm upon the lake is wonderfully full of spiritual
   interest. Not only does it, literally, show to us the Divine power of
   our blessed Master in lulling the storm, rendered the more conspicuous
   by being placed, side by side, with the human weakness which made Him
   sleep in the ship upon a pillow, but, spiritually, it is a kind of
   ecclesiastical history, a miniature outline of the story of the Church
   in all ages. No, the teaching ends not when you have read the incident
   in that light--it also contains a suggestive forecast of the story of
   every man who is making the spiritual voyage in company with Jesus.

   Notice, first, how it is a kind of ecclesiastical history. There is
   Christ in the vessel with His disciples. What is that but a Church with
   its pastor? We see in the Church a vessel bearing a rich cargo,
   steering for a desired haven and fitted out for fishing on the road,
   should fair opportunity occur. Her being upon a sea shows her to be
   here below, subject to trial, suffering, labor and peril. I scarcely
   know of any more apt picture of a Church than a ship upon the
   treacherous Galilean sea with Jesus and His disciples sailing in it.

   After a while a storm comes--this we may safely reckon upon. Whatever
   ship makes a fair voyage, with a favoring wind, the ship of the Church
   of Jesus Christ never will. She has her calms, but these last not
   forever--her sail is sure to be weather-beaten at one time or
   another--and the occasions are seldom far apart. The vessel which has
   Jesus for its Captain is destined to feel the tempest. Christ has not
   come to send peace on earth, but a sword. This is His own declaration
   and He knows His own intent. Every sail of the good ship which bears
   the flag of the Lord High Admiral of our fleet must be beaten with the
   wind and every plank in her must be tried by the waves.

   To Christ's Church there are many storms and some of them of the most
   terrible character. Of heresy--ah, how near to wrecking has she been
   with the false doctrines of Gnosticism, Arianism, Popery and
   Rationalism! Of persecution she has constant experience, but sometimes
   exceedingly vehement has the hurricane been. In the early stages of
   Church history, the pagan persecutions of Rome followed thick and fast
   upon each other and when Giant Pagan had emptied out all his fury,
   there came a worse tyrant whose magical arts raised hurricanes of wind
   against the good ship--there sat, at Rome, a harlot who persecuted the
   saints exceedingly--being drunk with their blood.

   Then there raged a cyclone which almost drove the boat out of the water
   and drenched and well-near drowned her crew--a fierce cyclone beat upon
   the royal vessel, so that the waves threatened to swallow her up! Tears
   and blood covered the saints as with a salt and crimson spray! Hers was
   no pleasure trip--she went forth like the lifeboat, fashioned for the
   purpose of riding out the storm. The true ship of the Lord was, and is,
   and will be in a storm until the Lord shall come--and then there shall
   be for it no further wave of trial, but the sea of glass forever!

   Note, again, that while this storm was roaring worse and worse, the
   Lord was in the ship, but He seemed to be asleep. So has it often been.
   No Providence delivered the persecuted. No marvelous manifestations of
   the Spirit scattered the heresy. The Christ was in the Church, but He
   was in the back part, with His head upon a pillow, asleep. You all know
   the portions of Church history which this illustrates.

   Then came distress. The people in the vessel began to be alarmed. They
   were afraid that they should utterly perish. And do you wonder at it
   when the peril was so great? That distress led to prayer. Mighty prayer
   has often been produced

   by mighty trial. Oh, how slack has the Church been in the presentation
   of her spiritual offering until the Lord has sent fire upon her and
   that fire has seemed to kindle her frankincense so that it has begun to
   smoke towards Heaven! Prayer was produced by distress and prayer
   brought distress to an end!

   Then the Master rose up and displayed His power and Godhead. You know
   how He has done so in reformations and revivals time after time. He has
   chided the unbelief of His trembling saints and then He has hushed the
   winds and the waves--and there has been a time of peace for His poor,
   weather-beaten Church--a period free from bloodshed and heresy, an era
   of progress and peace. The Church has a history which has many a time
   repeated itself. If you take an interest in the navigation of that
   wondrous vessel which carries Christ and all His chosen, you will never
   have to complain of lack of incidents!

   But I think I said that the story of the storm upon the lake is an
   admirable emblem of the spiritual voyage of every man who is bound for
   the fair havens in company with Jesus. We are with Christ, happy with
   Him and sailing pleas-antly--will this last? Right speedily comes a
   storm. The ship rocks and reels. She is covered with the waves. It
   looks as if our poor rowboat will sink to the bottom! Yet Jesus is in
   our hearts and that is our safety. We are not saved by seamanship, but
   by having on board the Lord Paramount who rules all winds and
   waves--and never yet lost a vessel that bore the Cross at its masthead!

   Sometimes within our hearts He seems to be asleep. We hear not His
   voice; we see but little of His face--His eyes are closed and He,
   Himself, is hidden out of sight. He has not altogether left us, blessed
   be His name, but He appears to be asleep. Ah, then the ship rocks,
   again, and we reel, again, and we wonder that He can still sleep! Then
   are we driven in awe at alarm to prayer, to which we ought to have
   betaken ourselves long before! It may be that we have been busy with
   ropes and tackle, strengthening the mast, furling the sail, doing all
   kinds necessary work and, therefore, leaving undone the most necessary
   work of all, namely, seeking out the Master and telling Him the story
   of our peril.

   We pray not till we are forced to our knees, sad sinners that we are!
   The boat will go down! She will go down! And now it is that we, also,
   go down to the cabin and begin to wake Him up with, "Master, save us!
   We perish!" Then you know what happens--how the gentle rebuke passes
   over our spirit and we are humbled. But the grander rebuke is heard by
   the winds and waves--and they are quieted and sleep at the Master's
   feet--and in us and around us there is a great calm. Oh, how profound
   the peace! How blessed the stillness!

   We were about to say, "Would God it would last on forever," but as yet
   tranquility cannot be perpetual. Our perils of waters will be sure to
   repeat themselves. Often we go down to the sea in ships and do business
   in great waters, so that we see the works of the Lord and His wonders
   in the deep. Hear how a poet sings the story--

   "Fierce was the wild billow Dark was the night! Oars labored heavily
   Foam glimmered white! Trembled the mariners Peril was near Then said
   the God of God-- 'Peace!Itis I!' Ridge of the mountain wave, Lower your
   crest! Wail of Euroclydon, Be you at rest! Sorrow can never be--
   Darkness must fly-- Where says the Light of Light-- Peace!Itis I!'
   Jesus, Deliverer! Come You to me! Soothe You my voyaging Over life's
   sea! You, when the storm of death

   Roars sweeping by,

   Whisper, O Truth of Truth!--

   'Peace! It is I!'"

   On this occasion I will not further call your attention to the storm,
   or to the calm, but I beg you to observe the feelings of the disciples
   about the whole matter. The text says that, "The men marveled, saying,
   What manner of Man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him!"
   God evidently thinks much of His people's inward feelings, for they are
   recorded here and in many other cases. The report of what these poor
   fishermen felt is as carefully made as the record of what their Lord
   and Master said, since this was necessary to set forth the intent and
   purpose of their Lord's utterances. God often regards the external
   action as a mere husk, but the feeling of His people is the innermost
   kernel of their life-story and He prizes it.

   Some men practice introspection so much that they grow, at last, to
   make a kind of fetish of their inward feeling. This is wrong. Yet there
   is an error on the other side in which we cease to make conscience of
   our feelings and think them to be a matter of no consequence, as if
   there could be real life without feeling. I will cry up faith as much
   as anyone--but there is no need to depreciate all the other Graces, and
   especially all the emotions, in order to do honor to faith! We may
   honor the heir and yet see no reason for slaying all the rest of the
   royal seed. We must both feel aright and believe aright--and it is
   sometimes good for us to have a lesson about how to feel towards our
   Lord Jesus Christ.

   Though feeling must be secondary to faith, yet it is far from being
   unimportant. At this time I shall principally talk about three feelings
   towards Christ. First, the men marveled. We will dwell upon
   that--marveling at Christ's work. Secondly, if you will turn to Mark,
   the fourth chapter and the 41st verse, you will see that Mark describes
   the feeling of the men as, fearing "exceedingly." That shall be our
   second head--awe-stricken at His Presence. Thirdly, we see them, in our
   text, admiring His Person, for they said, "What manner of Man," or,
   more correctly, "What kind of Person is this, that even the winds and
   the sea obey Him!"

   I. First, then, MARVELING AT HIS WORK. May I ask you to indulge, for a
   little while, the feeling of wonder? You believe in Jesus Christ and
   you are saved. Salvation comes not by wondering, but by believing. But
   now, having been saved, having passed from death unto life--and having
   been preserved for years upon the sea of life in the midst of many
   storms and, at this moment enjoying a great calm and restfulness of
   spirit, I invite you to marvel. What wonderful things Jesus has done
   for me! It is in my power, if I choose, to waste my time in reading
   romances, but I care nothing for them, for my own life is to me more
   romantic than romance!

   The story of God's goodness to me is more thrilling than any work of
   fiction could possibly be! I am speaking to some here who I am sure
   will join with me in acknowledging that there is a freshness, a
   novelty, a surprise power about the dealings of God with us which we do
   not meet with anywhere else! Well do we sing in our hymn--

   "I need not go abroad for joys-- I have a feast at home,"

   and we can also add that we need not go abroad for wonders, for we have
   a perfect museum at home in our own experience! John Bunyan, when he
   was describing the experience of his pilgrim, said, "Oh, world of
   wonders! I can say no less." And so it is. The life of the godly man,
   on the God side of it, as he receives Grace from Jesus, is a gallery of
   heavenly art! He is an exhibition of Divine skill and power, a
   wonderland of mercy--

   "Still has my life new wonders seen

   Of loving kindness rare!

   A monument of Grace I stand,

   Your goodness to declare."

   Let us think for a minute or two of the parallel between us and these
   disciples as to wonderment. Consider, first, that the instantaneous and
   profound calm was contrary to Nature. The Galilean Lake lies in a deep
   hollow, much below the level of the ocean, and in the sides of the
   cliffs and hills which shut it in, there are valleys and openings which
   act as funnels, down which, blasts of cold air from the mountains often
   rush upon a sudden. When the time of storm is really on, the Lake of
   Galilee is not tossed about like an ordinary open sea, but is rent,
   torn, heaved up and almost hurled out of its bed by down-driving
   hurricanes and twisting whirlwinds! No sailor knows which way the wind
   will blow except that it blows all ways at once and particularly
   downwards--as if, with a direct downdraft from Heaven, it blows vessels
   into the water--and soon, changing its course, lifts them into the air!

   Any mariner who is not used to that strange, wild sea, would soon lose
   his head and despair of life. It is like a boiling cauldron--the
   spirits of the vast deep stir it to its bottom! Yet this billowy lake,
   in a moment, was turned to glass by the words of Jesus--a fact far more
   wonderful to witness than to read about! Such a change in the
   uproarious elements was altogether contrary to Nature and, therefore,
   "the men marveled." Now, Beloved, look back upon what your life has
   been. I do not know exactly where you begin your life story. Some
   commence in the slime pits of Sodom--in vice and drunkenness. Others
   begin with wandering on the dark mountains of infidelity, or among the
   hogs and sloughs of Phari-seeism and formality.

   However it may have been, it is a miracle that you should have been
   made to fall at Jesus' feet and cry out for mercy through His precious
   blood! That you should give up all trust and confidence in self and, at
   the same time, should turn away from favorite lusts which you once
   reveled in, is such a wonder that nobody would have believed it, had it
   been prophesied to them! Certainly you never would have believed it,
   yourself--and yet it has taken place--and other unlooked-for changes
   have followed it. Why, you have lived, since then, in a way that would
   have been once condemned by yourself as utterly absurd! Had an Oracle
   informed you of it, you would have ridiculed its forecast. "No," you
   would have said, "I shall never be that! I shall never feel that! I
   shall never do that!"

   And yet, it has been so with you. The boiling cauldron of your nature
   has been cooled down and quieted--and an obedient calm has succeeded
   rebellious rage. Is it not so? I can only say that if your religion has
   never produced a wonder, I wonder that you believe in it! If there is
   not something about you, through Divine Grace, which quite surprises
   yourself, I should not be amazed if, one of these days, you wake up and
   find that you have been self-deceived! Far above Nature are the ways of
   Grace in men! And if you know them, they have produced in you what your
   natural temperament and your worldly surroundings never could have
   produced. There has been fire where you looked for snow, and cool
   streams where you expected flames. A growth of good wheat has been seen
   where Nature would have produced nothing but thorns and briars. Where
   sin abounded, Grace has much more abounded, and your life has become
   the theater of miracles and the home of wonders!

   These men marveled, next, because the calm was so unexpected by reason.
   The ship was near going to pieces! A gust of wind threatened to lift
   her right out of the water and the next threatened to plunge her to the
   bottom of the sea! The weary fishermen certainly did not look for a
   calm--there were no signs of such a gift! When they said, "Master, we
   perish," I do not know what they thought their Lord would do, but they
   assuredly never dreamed that He would stand up in the back part of the
   ship, and say, "Winds and waves, what are you doing? Your Master is
   here. Be still." That was beyond their nautical experience and their
   fathers had never seen such wonders in their day. They could not hope
   that in a moment they should be in a profound calm!

   Now, may I ask you to wonder a little at what the Lord has done for
   you? Has He not done for you what you never expected? To speak for
   myself, I never reckoned upon standing here to preach to thousands of
   God's people. When I was first brought to Jesus I had no such hope. Why
   should I be taken from the school and from the desk to lead a part of
   His flock? I wonder more and more that by His Grace I am what I am!
   Some of you, when you sit at the Communion Table, may well feel that
   the most wonderful thing about it is that you should find a welcome
   place at the Lord's own festival. Did some of you expect, a year ago,
   that you would be here, now, on a Thursday night, listening to a talk
   about Jesus


   Why, you hardly know how you got here! You can scarcely tell the way by
   which the Lord has led you to be a lover of the Gospel. Look at your
   inner feelings, as well as your outward position--are you not often
   made the subject of desires, of longings, of groanings and, on the
   other hand, of enjoyments, of sweet and precious endearments, of high
   and gracious expectations which utterly surprise you as you remember
   what you used to be? Are you not "like them that dream" when you think
   over the Lord's loving kindness? And if others say, "the Lord has done
   great things for you," does not your heart chime in with all its bells
   and ring out notes of joy, "The Lord has done great things for us, of
   which we are glad"? Come, indulge your wonder! Admire and marvel at the
   exceeding Grace of God towards you in working contrary to Nature,
   contrary to all reasonable expectations and bringing you to be His dear
   and favored child! Marvels of mercy, wonders of Grace belong unto God
   Most High!

   Besides this, the idea of a storm which should immediately be followed
   by a great calm was a strikingly new experience. These fishermen of the
   Galilean Lake had never seen it after this fashion before. We read in
   the Old Testament of

   some, to whom it was said, "You have not gone this way before," and
   certainly the same might have been said to these disciples. "You have
   been in storms, but you never before, in your lives, were one minute in
   a storm and the next in a calm." It must have been enough to make them
   weep for joy, or, at least, it must have led them to hold up their
   hands in glad astonishment! The deliverance worked by their Lord was so
   fresh, so altogether new that marveling was natural!

   Well, now, Brothers and Sisters, to come back to ourselves, again--have
   you not often experienced that which has astounded you by its novelty?
   Are not God's mercies new every morning? I address some of you who have
   been 40 or 50 years in the ways of God--do you not find a continual
   freshness in the manifestations of God's goodness to you, both in
   Providence and Grace? Let me ask you, has religious life been to you
   like mounting a treadmill, monotonous, wearisome, uniform? If so, there
   is something wrong about you, for while we live near to God, we dwell
   under new heavens and walk upon a new earth! When a man travels through
   the Alps on a bright sunshiny day, all things are as new, as though
   born that morning--that drop of dew on the grass--he never saw before!
   That drifting cloud has newly arrived upon the scene. Never before has
   the traveler seen the face of Nature radiant with the same smile as
   that which now delights him.

   Has it not been so with you in the journey of life? Have not all things
   become new and remained new since you were born anew? Has not Grace
   been heaped upon Grace, so that each new experience has excelled its
   predecessor? Still have I beheld fresh beauties in my Master's face,
   fresh glories in my Master's Words, fresh assurance of His faithfulness
   in His Providence, fresh joy in my Master's Spirit as He has dealt
   graciously with my soul! I know that it is so with you and I want you
   to marvel at it, that God should take so much trouble to manifest
   Himself to poor creatures that are not worth His treading on--that He
   should devise a thousand things most rare and new for such
   insignificant insects of a day as we are. Glory be to His blessed name,
   it may well be said of us, "The men marveled and said, What manner of
   Person is this who deals so with His people?" "Who is a God like unto
   You? What is man that You are mindful of Him? And the son of man that
   you visit him?" These three things made the disciples wonder.

   There was another. I should think that it was a great marvel to them
   that a calm was sent so soon after the storm. Man needs time, but God's
   Word runs very quickly. Man travels with weary feet--the Lord rides
   upon a cherub and does fly, yes, He flies upon the wings of the wind!
   The particles of air and the drops of water were all in confusion
   through the storm, rushing as if chaos had come, again, rising in
   whirlwinds and falling in cataracts! Yet they did but see the face of
   their Maker and they were still! In one single instant there was a
   calm! Have not you and I experienced instantaneous workings of Divine
   Grace upon our spirits? It may not be so with all, but some of us, at
   the first instant of our faith, lost the burden of sin in a moment! Our
   load was all gone before we knew where we were. The change from sorrow
   to joy was not worked in us by degrees, but in a moment the sun leaped
   above the horizon and the night of our soul was over.

   Has it not been so since? We have been, in the midst of God's people,
   as heavy as lead and without power to enjoy a Truth of God, or to
   perform a holy act. The hymns seemed a mockery and the prayer an empty
   form--and yet, in a single moment, the rod of the Lord has touched the
   rock and the waters have flowed forth--and by the very means of Grace
   which seemed so dull and powerless, we have been enlivened and
   comforted! We have blessed the Lord that we ever came to the place. I
   do not know how it is that we undergo such sudden changes. Yes I do--it
   is because God works all good things in us and He is able to
   accomplish, in an instant, that which we could not effect in a year! He
   can, in a moment, change our prison into a palace and our ashes into
   beauty. He can bid us put off our sackcloth and put on the wedding
   garments of delight. As in the twinkling of an eye, this corruptible
   shall put on incorruption, so in an instant our spiritual death can
   blossom into heavenly life! This is a great wonder. Go and marvel at
   what the Lord has so speedily done for you.

   And then, to think that it should have been so perfect! When a storm
   subsides, the sea is generally angry for hours, if not for days. A
   great wind at Dover, yesterday, would make the Channel rough for some
   time. But when our Lord Jesus makes a calm, the sea forgets her raging
   and smiles at once! In fact, "He makes the storm a calm, so that the
   waves are still." The winds hush all their fury and are quiet in an
   instant when He bids them rest. And oh, when the Lord gives joy and
   peace and blessedness to His people, He does not do it by halves! "When
   He gives quietness, who, then, can make trouble?" There is no such
   thing as a half-blessing for a child of God. The Lord gives Him
   fullness of peace--"the peace of God which passes all understanding."
   He causes him to enjoy quiet, through believing, and He enables him to
   rejoice in tribulation, also, for tribulation works blessing to the
   souls of men.

   I feel that I cannot speak as I could wish, but I shall finish this
   division of the discourse by saying that one point of wonder was that
   the calm was worked so evidently by the Master's Words. He spoke and it
   was done. He poured no oil upon the waters. His will was revealed in a
   Word and that will was Law. Not an atom of matter dares to move if the
   Divine fiat forbids--the sovereignty of Jesus is supreme--and His Word
   is with power. Now, dear Friend, I know that there must have been very
   much that is wonderful in your life as a Christian, but do not think
   yourself the only partaker of such wonderment! Let us all sit down and
   enquire, each one, "Why is this to me? Why me, Lord? How can such great
   Grace be shown to me? And how can the Son of God stoop to look at me
   and take me into marriage union with Himself and promise that I shall
   live because He lives--that I shall reign because He reigns?"

   Sit down, I say, and believingly marvel, and marvel, and marvel, and
   never leave off marveling! And let me drop one little word into your
   ear. Is there something that you need of God concerning which unbelief
   has said that it is too wonderful to be expected? Let that be the
   reason why you shall expect it! There is nothing to a Christian so
   probable as the unexpected--and there is nothing which God is so likely
   to do for us as that which is above all we ask or even think! God is at
   home in wonderland! If what you need is a commonplace thing, perhaps it
   may not come. But if it strikes you as a marvel, you are in a fit state
   of heart to honor God for it and you are likely to receive it!

   Do not think that because between you and Heaven, if you reach it,
   there will be a giant causeway of marvels, therefore you will never get
   there! But, on the contrary, conclude that the God who began to save
   you by so great a miracle as the gift and death of His own dear Son,
   will go on to perfect your salvation even if He has to fling into the
   sea a thousand heavens to make stepping stones for you to tread upon so
   you can reach His Presence. "He that spared not His own Son, but freely
   delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not, with Him, also freely
   give us all things?" Therefore expect wonders!

   These men marveled--expect to keep on marveling till you get to
   Heaven--and to keep on marveling when you are in Heaven and throughout
   eternity! Wonder will be a principal ingredient of our adoration in
   Heaven! We--

   "Shall sing with wonder and surprise His loving kindness in the skies."
   I have been somewhat long on this first head. I will therefore give you
   a little, and only a little, upon the second.

   II. Let us now see how the disciples were AWE-STRICKEN AT OUR LORD'S
   PRESENCE. Mark says that "the men feared greatly." They feared greatly
   because they found themselves in the Presence of One who had stilled
   the winds and the waves! Brothers and Sisters, it is well to cultivate
   that holy familiarity which comes from nearness to Jesus and yet we
   ought always to be humbled by a sense of that nearness. Permit me to
   remind the boldest Believer that our loving Lord is still God over all!
   He is to be honored and reverenced, worshipped and adored by all who
   draw near to Him. However much He is our Brother, He says, "You call me
   Master and Lord, and you do well, for so I am."

   He is all the greater because of His condescension to us and we are
   bound to recognize this. Whenever Jesus is near, the feeling of holy
   awe and solemn dread will steal over true disciples. I am afraid of
   that way of being so familiar with Christ as to talk of Him as, "dear
   Jesus" and, "dear Lord," as if He were some Jack or Harry that we might
   pat on the back whenever we liked. No, no. This will never do! It is
   not such language as men would use to their prince--let them not, thus,
   address the King of kings! However favored we may be, we are but dust
   and ashes--and our spirit must be chastened with reverence.

   When Jesus is near us, we ought to exceedingly fear because we have
   doubted Him. If you had been suspicious of a dear friend and had
   indulged hard thoughts about him and, all of a sudden you found
   yourself sitting in the same room with him, you would feel awkward,
   especially if you understood that he knew what you had said and
   thought. Oh, you will feel ashamed of yourself, my Brothers and
   Sisters, if Jesus shall draw near to you! The wisest thing you can do
   in such a case is to say, "My Master, my Lord, since You favor me with
   Your Presence, I will first fall at Your feet and confess that I
   doubted You; that I thought that the stormy wind would swallow up the
   vessel and that the waves would devour both You and me. Forgive me,
   Master, forgive me for having thought so evil of You."

   Whenever we are near to Christ, one of the first feelings should be
   that of great humiliation. Let us fall at His feet and confess how ill
   we have thought of Him. Brethren, we have been so foolish as to fear
   His creatures, paying to them a sort of worship of fear, as if they had
   more power to harm than Jesus had to help! We clothe wind and sea with
   attributes which belong only to God--and look upon our trials as if
   they tried the Lord, too--and vanquished Him because they

   vanquish us. Are we not, because of this, smitten with dread in the
   Presence of the Christ? And then the next feeling should be--since He
   has come to me, this Mighty One who has worked such marvels for me, let
   me try to order myself aright in His Presence.

   I notice whenever the Lord Jesus Christ is very present in this
   congregation how carefully everybody sings. I notice about tune, time
   and tone a difference from the singing which is usual and even from
   that singing which comes of having an acquired skill in music. Though
   it may seem a trifle, yet I cannot help observing that when people come
   to the Communion Table, as a matter of routine they frequently behave
   roughly, walking noisily and looking about, or else they sit like
   statues, with a chill propriety of posture and vacancy of countenance.
   But you will notice that fellowship with Jesus affects the glance of
   the eyes, the thoughts of the soul and, consequently, the movements of
   the body. When a man is truly conscious that Jesus, the Wonder-Worker
   is near, he fears exceedingly.

   If ever you say to Jesus, "You know that I love You," mind you, put,
   "Lord," before it--"Lord, You know all things"--for He is still your
   Lord. Where Jesus is, there is godly fear, which is, by no means, the
   same as slavish fear. Every true child has a reverence for his father.
   Every true daughter has a loving respect for her mother. So is it with
   us towards our Lord Jesus. We owe so much to Him and He is so great and
   so good--and we are so little and so sinful-- that there must be a
   blessed sense of holy awe whenever we come before Him. Indulge it.
   Indulge it now! You know how John puts it--"When I saw Him, I fell at
   His feet as dead."

   Why, that is the man who leaned His head on the bosom of Christ! Yes,
   that is the man who fell at His feet as dead. If your head has never
   leaned upon the bosom of the Lord, I should not wonder if you can hold
   it up in His Presence! But when it has once lain there, in confiding
   love, reposing upon boundless Mercy, then that head of yours will lie
   in the dust uncrowned if God has honored it--for it will be your
   delight to cast your crown at His feet and give Him all the Glory! O,
   reign forever, King of Kings and Lord of Lords! Conquer me, my Lord!
   Subdue me perfectly! Make dust of me beneath Your feet! If You shall be
   but the tenth of an inch the higher for my downcasting, Oh, my Master,
   and my Lord, with joy I would shrink to nothing before You, that You
   may be All in All! May this be your feeling and mine. The men feared
   exceedingly--let us fear, also, after a believing sort.

   III. Now to close. The third thing is ADMIRING THE PERSON OF Jesus, for
   these men who marveled, and who feared exceedingly, admired the Person
   of Him who had set them free from the storm, saying, "What manner of
   Person is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?" Come, let us
   admire and adore the Nature of Christ which is altogether beyond our
   comprehension! The winds and the sea obeyed Him though He had slept
   like other men. When His head was that of an infant, the crown of the
   universe was about His brow! When He was in the carpenter's shop, He
   was still the Creator of all worlds! When He went to die upon the
   Cross, a myriad of angels would have come to rescue Him if He had but
   willed it. Even in His humiliation He was still the Son of the Highest,
   God over all, blessed forever!

   Now that He is exalted in Heaven, do not forget the other side of the
   question--believe that He is just as much Man, now, as when He was
   here--as truly a Brother of our race as He is God over all, blessed
   forevermore. Let us now give our hearts to admiration of Him in His
   complex Nature which is beyond comprehension. He is my next of kin and
   yet my God--at once my Redeemer and my Lord! We may each one cry with
   Job, "I know that my next of kin lives, and that He shall stand in the
   latter day upon the earth. And though, after my skin, worms devour this
   body, yet in my flesh shall I see


   Because He lives as my Kinsman--there is the sweetness of it and
   because He is my God--there is the Glory of it! He is both tenderly
   compassionate for my infirmities and gloriously able to overcome them.
   He is a complete Savior because He is both Human and Divine. Come, my
   Soul, bow down in wonder that God should send such a Savior as this to
   you! A person asked me the other day whether I had seen a book
   entitled, "Sixteen Saviors." I answered--"No, I have not and I do not
   want to know of 16 saviors. I am perfectly satisfied with One." If all
   who dwell in Heaven and earth could be made into saviors and the whole
   were put together, you might blow them away as a child blows away
   thistledown! There is this one Savior, the Son of Man, and yet the
   mighty God--and He cannot be moved! Joy then, my Brothers and Sisters,
   and rejoice in the Nature of your blessed Lord!

   Next, rejoice in His power which has no limit, so that even the winds
   and the waves obey Him. The winds--can they have a master? The waves
   that cast their spray upon the face of princes--can they acknowledge a
   sovereign? Yes, the most fickle of elements and the most unruly of
   forces are all under the power of Jesus! Joy and rejoice in this.
   Little, as

   well as great, yon Atlantic that divides the world and that little drop
   in the basin of Gennesaret are alike in the hands of Jesus! The power
   of God is seen in a falling mountain when it crashes village, but it is
   as truly present when the seeds are scattered from the pod of the
   gorse, or a rose leaf falls upon the garden walk. God is seen when an
   angel flashes from Heaven to earth and is He not seen when a bee flits
   from flower to flower?

   Jesus is the Master of the little as well as of the great! Yes, He is
   King of all things and I joy, this moment, to think that even the
   wicked actions of ungodly men, though they are not deprived of their
   sinfulness, so as to make the men the less responsible, are,
   nevertheless, overruled by that great Lord of ours who works all things
   according to the counsel of His will! In the front I see Jesus leading
   the van of Providence. Behind He guards the rear. On the heights I see
   Jesus reigning King of Kings and Lord of Lords. In the deeps I mark the
   terror of His justice as He binds the dragon with His chain. Let the
   universal cry of "Hallelujah" rise unto the Son of God, world without

   Sit down and admire and adore His unlimited power--and then conclude by
   paying homage to that sovereignty of His which brooks no question, for
   the winds and waves did not only perform His will, but, as if they were
   waking into life and rising into intelligent knowledge of Him, they are
   said to obey Him--from which I gather that Christ is not only the
   forceful Master of unintelligent agencies, but that He is the Sovereign
   Master of things that can obey Him--and He will be obeyed. Ah, you may
   bite at Him and hiss at Him, but as the viper broke his teeth against
   the file, yet hurt it not, so shall the ungodly exercise all their
   craft and all their strength--and the result shall be shame and
   confusion of face to them.

   The kingdom of our Lord and Master is, by some, thought to be a long
   way off, and His cause is despaired of by faint-hearted men. But He
   that sits in the heavens laughs at the impatience of saints as well as
   at the impiety of sinners, for He knows that all is well! Out of
   seeming evil He produces good and from that good a better, still, and
   better still in infinite progression! All things move towards His
   eternal coronation! As once every atom of history converged to His
   Cross, so does it today project itself towards His crown--the Lord
   Jesus comes to His well-earned Throne as surely as He came to the
   shameful Cross! He comes and when He comes, it shall be as when He rose
   in the ship and rebuked the winds, and the men marveled--for all storms
   of raging passion, conflicting opinion and fierce warfare shall be
   hushed--and He shall be admired in His saints and glorified in all them
   that believe! Even unbelievers shall marvel at Him and say, "What
   manner of Person is this, that even earth and Hell obey Him and all
   things are subject to His sovereign power!"

   Happy are the eyes that shall see Him in that day with joy! Happy are
   the men who shall sit at the right hand of the Coming One! Oh, Beloved,
   your eyes and mine shall see it if we have first looked to the Redeemer
   upon the Cross and found salvation in Him! Courage, Brothers and
   Sisters, let the waves dash and the winds howl--the Lord of Hosts is
   with us--the God of Jacob is our refuge! All is safe because of His
   Presence and all shall end gloriously because of His manifestation! The
   Lord bless you, in tempest and in calm, for Christ's sake. Amen.