WHEN THE GOING GETS ROUGH, THE ROUGH GET...A NAP???
When I was a kid, my dog was terrified by storms. The slightest clap of thunder and opening of the back door and she was in the house, down the stairs, and into a corner that was the single farthest spot in the house from that door back out into a scary, loud storm. She expected us to give her a place of peace when peace had fled her world. I imagine that's what the disciples expected of Jesus, or at the very least that he would grab a bucket or oar and pitch in. But instead, he was napping...and that's when they felt, "Somethin' 'bout that boy ain't right." Who is this guy?
