Are you familiar with the old gospel song
“Master, the Tempest Is Raging”? From
childhood it has been in the top 10 of my favorites list. It rolls like the raging sea. It has huge crescendos followed by double
pianissimos. It is a song that is truly
alive. One day when I was filling the
pulpit in a different church I mentioned that song in my sermon. I received a lot of blank stares, but the few
who knew it brightened considerably. After
the sermon the organist went to her instrument and played it by heart.
At
the end of the first crashing verse, which is a full page long, the song hits
the brakes into a slower speed and reduces from a double loud to double soft
sound. But then it builds again
throughout the full page chorus to a rousing pitch before colliding with a new
slower tempo and finishing with a double soft voice. Wow!!
The last two lines of the chorus read, “They all shall sweetly obey My
will, peace be still, peace be still.
They all shall sweetly obey My will, peace, peace, be still.”
Does that song sound like your life? Does it sometimes crash and rush and build to
a frenzied pitch? Do the events of your
life sometimes to seem to rage out of control until you feel you are
perishing? In the third line of the
first verse of this song you can hear the disciples cry out, “Carest Thou not
that we perish?” Have you ever been
there? Then there is grace for you.
It is called calming grace. Jesus rose up in that boat and said, “Peace,
be still” and it was. Jesus is ever
present to calm the rage and offer peace in the midst of the storm. He is there to calm the grief and offer hope
of reunion. He is there; He is there; He
is there! I am not into mantras, but if
you would really like to have one here it is, “Jesus is here.” What He is doing here is pouring out His
grace into the needs of our lives. He is
here to comfort and to calm. He is here
to settle our fears into His certainty and to assure us that His power
supersedes our needs. “Jesus is
here. Peace, be still.” Here is the first verse and chorus of Mary
Baker’s great song.
Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness, no
shelter or help is nigh.
“Carest Thou not that we perish?” How canst
Thou lie asleep, when each moment so madly is threatening a grave in the angry
deep?
The winds and the waves shall obey My will,
Peace, be still! Whether the wrath of
the storm tossed sea, or demons or men or whatever it be, no water can swallow
the ship where lies, the Master of ocean and earth and skies. They all shall sweetly obey My will; Peace be
still, peace, be still. They all shall
sweetly obey My will; Peace, peace, be still!
The
Friday Benediction
Until Monday, my friends, may the good God envelop
you with His grace; may you prove the common confession of faith, “I believe in
the holy Christian church and in the fellowship of the saints”, and may you be
enriched with joy and hope as you exercise that confession this weekend. Amen
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