Asleep on a Cushion

To sleep on a cushion in a gently rocking boat is my idea of perfect bliss. I imagine being in a boat on the river at Cambridge, someone else doing the punting. As Jesus slept on the lake with His disciples the tranquility was suddenly broken. A squally storm rapidly arose. At one moment my human Lord was asleep on the cushion and the very next He was commanding the waves to be calm. My Lord was human as He wept at the graveside of Lazarus, but He was divine as He healed the blind man.

Because Jesus is human He understand my failings and sin; His divinity means He has the power to save me from the punishment of these same sins.