It was on a school trip to Boston several years ago that I first saw a genuine lighthouse. While driving out toward the tip of Cape Cod, we stopped to explore a lighthouse that was open to visitors. Standing on the sandy hillside surrounded by wooden fencing, the lighthouse silently spoke volumes as I looked at its withered exterior. The old structure was positioned on a small hill overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. It was old and the paint faded with age; I thought of the history it would tell if we could only communicate.
At the base of the lighthouse was a plaque that designated it as an historical site. For more than 100 years, the lighthouse had led countless fishing vessels to safety in the remote area where it stood.
I thought of sailors and fisherman lost at sea and about storms and high tides. I thought of the perils the sailors must have faced as they endured terrible conditions in rough waters. I thought about the emotional agony that they must have gone through as they thought about the possibility of not seeing their families again. I thought about the heart-searching moments that they must have experienced as they realized that trip could be their last.
Yet the lighthouse was as a beam, throwing its light hundreds of yards over the sea and into the darkness. The light was no doubt a welcome sign to those sailors and fisherman who were in rough sees and unable to see their way. One can only imagine the relief that came as they grew closer and closer to its light and then to shore. All they had to do was follow the light.
There are many passages of scripture that refer to the high seas and water and God’s dominion over those waters. The most famous verse perhaps is the time that Jesus calmed the sea.
When they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. “And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? 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 4:36-31)
The storms on the sea of life are sometimes are treacherous and fierce. We may think we will not make it and we fear of drowning in the trouble and heartaches that fiercely blow our way. Yet Jesus will guide us; He will light our way. Our being saved involves no rituals or no ceremony. Isaiah foretold centuries ago that the world would be given Christ. He wrote “The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath that light shined.” (Isaiah 9:2) To acknowledge that and accept Him and to let Him lead us requires faith. It is simple … we just have to believe that Jesus is that light.
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