… in the fourth watch of the night he [Jesus] came to them, walking on the sea.
But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were terrified, saying, “It is a ghost!” And they cried out for fear.
But immediately he spoke to them, saying, “Take heart, it is I; have no fear.”
And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, bid me come to you on the water.”
He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus;
but when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.”
Jesus immediately reached out his hand and caught him, saying to him, “O man of little faith, why did you doubt?”
And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.
Matt 14: 25-32
Fear is such a stumbling block, for some it’s crippling. Fear of doing the wrong thing, mucking things up, displeasing those whose opinions matter to us (or worse, people whose opinion doesn’t matter), pain, illness, getting the sack, losing the roof over our heads. Yet these things happen all the time and people survive. How? Something in us drives us on, doesn’t let us give up. To those of us who believe, that’s God in action. Oh that we would recognise it a bit more often. Our fears would lessen, our courage grow.
Let me pray the prayer of the father of the sick boy (Mk 9: 24): “I believe; help my unbelief!”