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?