Bottles, Boats, and Beliefs

Bottles, Boats, and Beliefs

Then those who were in the boat worshipped him, saying “Truly you are the Son of God.”

Matthew 14:33

This little verse is easy to skip over. The 5,000 had just been fed, Jesus just walked on water, and Peter boldly stepped out of the boat. It’s easy to focus on the miracles and miss the meaning and message.

Our week in Aracaju started with a walk. The warm ocean breeze had us blissfully chatting and praying as we went. It was nice to be away from the stifling Oklahoma heat. As we turned onto the next block, a chill overtook us.

Groups of men were gathered in front of a few houses. The street was full of empty bottles and loud music. The men were obviously quite drunk. It was 9 o’clock Sunday morning. Although we couldn’t understand their comments, I was suddenly extremely aware of the fact that I was the only guy walking along with five women. Trust me, I’m hardly the one dude any lady would want to rely on in a throw-down.

After a few years of promising economic growth, Brazil was in a downturn the year we visited Aracaju. As jobs were lost and hardship set in, people found comfort in whatever they could grab. The men we wandered into were unfortunately typical. Hardship led to addiction, which also led to abuse. Families were fractured. Each moment spent in drunken numbness have tragic ripples for eternity.

“If it’s you, command me to join you,” Peter said. Jesus said, “Come.” (Mt 14:28-29)

The miracle of bread was not enough. Walking on water was not enough. Peter still wasn’t sure. Who was this guy? Teacher? Miracle worker? Could He be something even greater?

To the men on the street, we offered what we had: prayer and truth, hope and light. But those numbed by the distractions of this world simply can’t hear. Intoxication is denial. In numbing the pain, everything else is shut out as well. In forgetting about the harsh, real-word they lived in, these guys closed themselves from the invitation of Jesus, “come.”

That we were even there was a miracle. A few dozen Okies traveling thousands of miles to talk about Jesus with the people in an overlooked neighborhood of an overlooked town? There’s no logical explanation. Many people we met wanted to hear about the United States. They’re eager to talk about Michael Jordan or Barack Obama. They ask if we’ve met Brad Pitt. But when we tell them about Jesus, many shake their head and take another swig from the bottle in the brown paper bag. “He might have been a teacher, or even a miracle worker. But that’s all.”

Jesus calls: “come.”

Peter steps out of the boat. He accepts the invitation into so much more. That’s where we find this often overlooked verse. They’re back in the boat with Him, but now something has changed. They worship Him. Jesus knows that only God is worthy of worship. The disciples know it, too. Jesus does not stop them, though. Given this confirmation, they find the words that match their actions, “Truly you are the Son of God.

We prayed for those drunk men. We prayed for every neighborhood around that chapel build. The warm ocean breeze returned and accompanied us most of the week. Aracaju is a beautiful town. Children were playing beneath cashew trees on most streets. The last few days we were there, house after house after house that we visited all came to know Jesus. We saw miracles, but never lost sight of the message or its meaning. And we worshipped.

Everywhere we go, we see the same pattern. Some marvel at the miracles. Some mock them. And some accept the invitation Jesus so graciously give, “Come.” And they worship.

The Door Opens

The Door Opens

“…to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.” Luke 11:9

It’s a new dawn. It’s a new day. It’s a new life for me. And I’m feeling good. – Nina Simone

Suspense movies fascinated me as a kid. Hitchcock films taught me that closed doors provide one of the most terrifying moments of fear on the big screen. Anything could be behind it. The music builds and the door fills the screen as the camera inches ever closer. The rattle of the doorknob brings me to the seat’s edge…my heartbeat quickens. The door suddenly springing open always results in a good scare and frantic jump. It didn’t matter if opening the door revealed a fluffy kitten or a psychotic killer, the anticipation could drive me to the edge of a panic attack. It was thrilling. Like a great roller coaster, I would seek it out again and again.

Doors protect us from the unknown. They can also keep us from stepping into new opportunities and new life. The imagery of a door is used in Scripture repeatedly. In Luke 11, Jesus tells a parable of a desperate man. He needs a few loaves of bread, but the door to get the bread is locked. Even so, in his “shameless boldness,” he pounds on the door until it is opened and he receives what he needs.

New Year’s Day is a door. Behind it we may find adventure or tragedy, beauty or pain. Like Hitchcock’s doors, the thought of what could be behind it can cause anxiety spikes. Despite the uncertainty, we have no choice but to step through. What we can choose is our posture as we walk through. Are we anxious, gingerly stepping into the unknown full of trepidation with our heads hung low? Or are we eager to let go of what’s behind us as we boldly march into whatever may come next?

Jesus refers to Himself both as the bread and as the door. Bread provides nourishment and life. The door provides entry into new life. As we open the door to enter into a new year, we find that we long for both. Deep down we have a hunger that nothing in this world seems to satisfy. We have a longing for truth and purpose that cannot be filled by our resolutions and hard work. We need more. We need Him.

As you enter this new dawn and this new day, reflect on the words of Jesus. Like the man in the parable, we cannot fill ourselves. We will never find satisfaction or peace by scribbling on the pages of our own lives. Approach Jesus…knock on that door with shameless boldness. Give control of your life over to Him, allowing Him to write the pages of your story. Instead of clinging to our own desperate efforts to control our destiny, cling to the truth I found scrawled on a wall in Itabi, Brazil: “Deus é Fiel.” God is Faithful. As we let that sink in, we can walk into the new day feeling good.


This post is the first of twelve in a series. For three years I have been selling calendars full of my photography to support our mission trips to Brazil. This year I’ve put together a truly special calendar with photos from my 8 trips to Brazil. On the first of each month a post will go live that complements what is found on the calendar for that month. If you don’t yet have a calendar and would like one, please let me know. They are $20 (plus shipping if necessary) and all proceeds go toward the Brazil mission trip to Pontos do Volantes in the state of Minas Gerais, Brazil.