David had been watching Tom for a few minutes and saw his eyebrows lower and his forehead wrinkle. He knew Tom was thinking about Megan. It was the inescapable force that drove him forward.
“They look like they’re getting darker. Might have a storm soon,” David said, as he gazed out over the sea.
Tom took a breath and let it out slowly. This trip had put David and him at odds over so many issues, but David had always been there for him and always would be. Tom didn’t see the use in keeping David in the dark. “I miss her,” he said.
“You know…” started David, “And let me finish before you tell me I’m a fool…”
Tom crossed his arms, leaned back and raised his eyebrows as if to say, “I’ll try, but don’t push it.”
“Megan was a Christian… She believed in eternal life after death. She believed in that man,” David said as he motioned to Jesus, sleeping on the other end of the boat.
“She believed he was God and that he died for the sins of humanity. Imagine, just for a moment, if she was right and you were wrong. It would be a shame if I saw her again…and you didn’t. The risk of believing all this Jesus nonsense might be worth taking. We might not be able to change the past, but the future is still ours to create.”
Tom sat staring at the sky and appeared to be thinking hard on David’s comments. Then he said, “I think you’re right…there is a storm coming.”
David looked up at the sky and saw dark, heavy clouds moving toward them, smudging out the bright sun. His thoughts raced through what he knew of the Bible. He tightly clutched the side of the boat and said, “This is going to be interesting.”
“What? What’s going to happen? You know, don’t you?” asked Tom.
“Don’t worry, we’ll live.”
“Easy for you to say.”
The clouds began to swirl and churn with energy, ready to burst. A drop of rain slapped David’s cheek and he smiled.
“Why are you smiling?” asked Tom.
Whack! A sizable drop landed on Tom’s forehead and he wiped it off. David slunk down and wedged himself into the boat floor. He looked up at Tom and smiled. “You might want to hold on to something. Things are going to get bumpy.”
“David, what-”
Krakoom! A blue streak of lightning ripped across the sky and exploded with fire as it pierced a tree on the distant shore. The thunderclap triggered a deluge of rain from the dark sky. The waves, revealed by bright flashes of lightning, rose and fell ever higher, ever wider, threatening to capsize the lot of them into the undulating sea.
Panic quickly took hold of the group. Judas dove to the floor of the boat and clung to the wooden bench. Chaos gripped the minds of those attempting to control the situation.
“We’re all going to drown!” someone yelled.
A wave crashed over the boat and knocked most to their knees. What followed was a mass of yelling, screaming and questioning obscured by the rain and thunder. Tom and David couldn’t make out what was being said, but their thoughts were clear: They were all going to die! They’d be capsized and the waves would take their strength and water would fill their lungs and they would sink into the cold abyss never to be seen or heard from again!
Tom couldn’t stand it any longer. It seemed he would have to take action to save their lives again. He hoped this wouldn’t become a habit. He climbed to his feet and headed toward the center of the boat. Just then, a second wave careened into the boat. Tom was flung from his feet and his head collided solidly with the side of the vessel.
In the confusion, only David saw Tom fall. “Tom!” David frantically crawled to Tom’s side.
David inspected Tom’s head, which was doused with seawater and already covered with blood, pouring from a gash. Tom was unconscious and probably better for it. This would hurt with a passion when he woke up.
Peter kneeled down next to David and yelled, “Is he alive?”
“Yes,” David shouted back.
“David, it is well known that you are wise in the ways of the world. Tell us, what should we do?” Peter asked David, trying to squelch the terrified look on his face.
“Where’s Jesus?” David asked, knowing where his line of questioning would lead.
Peter looked to the back of the boat where Jesus was laying. “He still sleeps!”
“Well,” David said, “Wake him up!”
Peter hurried across the boat, doing his best not to be knocked overboard by the tossing sea. He fell to his knees next to Jesus. Peter took hold of Jesus’s arm and shook. “Master! Master! We’re all going to drown!” Peter shouted.
Jesus blinked as he woke from his slumber. He calmly took in the storm, rain and lightning. He briefly glanced at the distraught men, all looking to him for salvation. “Help me up,” Jesus said to Peter.
Peter pulled Jesus to his feet and then quickly clung to the floor of the boat. Jesus stood alone at the center of the boat. The wind and rain whipped through his hair. David noticed that the power of the storm seemed to invigorate him. Jesus stretched out his hands into the rain and smiled.
David knew what was about to happen and cursed Tom for being unconscious. If he saw this, there would be no more excuses.
Jesus closed his eyes and spoke kindly, as if to a friend, and said, “Stop.”
Calm. The clouds pulled back and disappeared like they had been rewound. The wind extinguished to a gentle breeze. The waves were ironed flat. All in an instant. It was as though someone switched on the lights and let the sun come out. No one made a sound as the boat rocked in the placid water.
Tom came to with a jolt, “Wha-what happened?” Tom asked and he held his head in pain.
“Jesus calmed the storm,” David explained.
Tom looked up at Jesus, still standing alone in the middle of the boat. “What? C’mon David.”
Jesus turned his head toward Tom, clearly disappointed.
Tom started, “He can’t-”
“Where is your faith?” Jesus asked Tom, and then he spoke to the rest of the group, “All of you…”
Jesus stepped over the fearful men and resumed his spot at the back of the boat. He stood, facing the shoreline, silent.
The disciples, minus Tom, had all seen what Jesus did. They began speaking to each other with excited whispers, “Who is he?” someone asked.
“I don’t know!” another replied.
“He calmed the storm! How did he do that?”
“Unbelievable.”
“He commands the wind and water, and they obey him!”
Tom’s brow furrowed and he looked at David. “Are they serious?” he asked, as he winced with pain.
David nodded and said, “Lets take care of that wound. And no whining; this might hurt.”
As David began to clean Tom’s wound with seawater, Tom stared across the boat at Judas, who had not moved from his spot, clutching the bench, hands shaking and jaw trembling. Tom had recognized the name of Judas when they were first introduced so many months ago, but couldn’t remember who he was. He would have to remember to ask David. Tom feared for Judas on several occasions, as the man seemed to wilt at the slightest hint of danger. Maybe Judas just needed a friend? Someone to look out for him? To inspire him? Tom decided he’d get to know Judas better; maybe they could help each other.
TEN
Pitfall
29 A.D.
