Then it began to blow a great gale and the waves were breaking into the boat so that it was almost swamped. But He was in the stern, His head on the cushion, asleep. Mark 4:37-39
I especially love Mark’s account of the calming of the storm on the lake, because it includes the lovely little detail of Jesus resting His head on the cushion
O Son of God, asleep in the boat, Your Sacred Head resting upon a cushion — like us, You sought a bit of comfort.
O how beautiful You are, Divine Jesus. I love to sit and contemplate Your Holy Countenance at rest. Sweet and Innocent Lamb of God, You are breathtaking, and I cannot turn my eyes away.
Gently, I reach out to brush back your damp hair so that I may drink in all the Beauty of Your Face.
I find myself wondering what You are dreaming about. You look so peaceful. O, I hope it is a lovely dream. Perhaps You are dreaming of all who will one day love You and sing Your praises forever.
Are you dreaming of the great Saints and Martyrs who will live lives of heroic virtue, and even die for love of you? Are you dreaming of Your Home in Heaven?
My Jesus, do I dare hope that You are dreaming of me?
The wind has picked up and a huge storm is moving into my life, but I must not wake You. I recall Your words to Your disciples: “Why are you frightened? Have you still no faith?”
Increase my faith, O dearest Jesus!
“I sleep, but My Heart is awake.” (Song of Songs 5:2) Your Heart hears my unspoken prayers.
Our boat is tossed about. I can scarcely hold on. I come closer, and snuggle next to You, resting my head upon Your Heart. I close my eyes. The waves wash over us. I feel Your Closeness. “I will not wake Him,” I whisper to myself. And I too drift off to peaceful sleep…….
“His left arm is under my head,
His right embraces me.” (Song of Songs 2:6)
………Some years ago, I often liked to ask Jesus what He dreamed about while on earth. I never expected an answer, of course. But one weekend, I went to a huge Marian Conference in New Orleans. There were thousands of people there praising and worshiping God. The Masses were beautiful. There was an adoration chapel set up, and Our Blessed Lady was honored with beautiful words, prayers and an abundance of flowers.
I felt I had died and gone to Heaven, but the best was yet to come. On Sunday evening, suddenly I heard the steady ringing of bells from a distance while the choir began to exquisitely sing “Crown Him with many Crowns.” Then I saw the procession of white vested priests start down the aisle, amidst clouds of incense, and as the bells grew louder, I saw Him. He was being carried in a ciborium swaddled in white, surrounded by candles.
But what took my breath away were His people. As the procession passed each row in this immense conference center, all of the people bowed to the ground. Row after row fell on their faces before Him. As I watched with tears filling my eyes, awaiting His approach, I thought, “Oh, this must be what Heaven is like.”
And, unexpectedly, astonishingly, I heard a clear and tender voice whisper to my heart,
THIS is one of My Dreams!