He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus. But when he saw how strong the wind was, he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!”
Lord, what would we do without Saint Peter? The rock on which you have built your church is so like us. When we see how gentle and patient you are with him, we know you will rescue us from our weakness.
When caught up by your glory, we are filled with enthusiasm, sometimes with bravado, and willing to take on any storm. The wind blows; we take our eyes off you. On our own, we flounder.
Give me, oh Lord, a faith that is steady. When I lose sight of you, let me call your name. I am so weak, but your mercy is infinite.