Several weeks ago in Church, the preacher spoke on Peter walking on water. You know the story. The disciples are in a boat crossing the Sea of Galilee. Jesus has stayed behind. Suddenly, a storm hits. The boat is tossed by wind and waves. Then they see Jesus walking on the water toward them. Peter, with Jesus' consent, gets out and begins walking toward him. Then... Well you know the rest of the story. (If not check it out in Matthew 14).
As I sat listening I thought back to my Coast Guard days. Small boat exercises in the middle of the North Atlantic. On a calm day there were ten-foot swells. That means the boat would drop into a ten-foot deep canyon of water so deep we’d lose sight of the ship. Sheer walls of water higher than a house. Cue the wind and lightning and you had the Peter moment.
Even on that calm day, I wouldn't have left the safety of that small boat. Not even for the winning Power Ball ticket. Yet Peter did.
I think the preacher was saying we don't need big water faith; we need a Savior who's bigger that any wave.
Oh, and did I mention that the water was like ten feet high?