His Watchful Eye

“Immediately Jesus made his disciples get into the boat 
and go on ahead of him to Bethsaida, 
while he dismissed the crowd. 
After leaving them, he went up on a mountainside to pray.
Later that night, the boat was in the middle of the lake,
and he was alone on land. 
He saw the disciples straining at the oars,
because the wind was against them.”
Mark 5:46-48 (NIV)

As a small child I was unusually fearless. I can recall one day as a 5 year old wandering 2-3 miles away from my home. When I finally realized I was lost I went into a gas station and asked the attendant to help me get home. The kind man soon found out the phone number to call and a few minutes later my father drove up in our blue 1930 Buick. My parents were so happy to see me that they hugged me for the longest time. They felt guilty that they had not watched me more carefully.

When we become children of God His watchful eye is always on us. We can never wander to a place where He cannot see us. For example, in today’s verses we see the disciples obeying the Master and getting into a life threatening situation. So we learn that the path of obedience can be dreadfully difficult.

But there is a second lesson in our verses for today. Regardless of how dreadful the situation that comes through doing what the Good Shepherd commands, we may be very confident He sees us just as He watched those disciples so long ago.

Our beloved Master never, ever loses sight of us. Such a truth brings a great deal of comfort and confidence as we hit the inevitable storms in life. Read the following hymn and delight yourself in the rich and diverse descriptions of our great Guardian. May you be calm and strong in these blessed themes today.

Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow’r,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore;
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Savior forth.

Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiv’n,
Of death annulled, and Thy life giv’n.

Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
His pow’rful blood did me redeem,
’Tis worthy of my heart’s esteem.

I love my Shepherd’s voice:
His watchful eye shall keep
My wand’ring soul among
The thousands of His sheep:
He feeds His flock, He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.

My Savior and my Lord,
My Conqu’ror and my King,
Thy scepter and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the pow’r; behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

– H. Bonar

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