In a sense, what the disciples experienced that night on the sea was ultimate xenophobia—the fear of the ultimate Stranger, of One who was unlike every other man.
— R.C. Sproul
He thundered louder than the clouds:
“Shut up! Enough!”
No back-talk, shrugs.
The eerie silence just as loud.
Woke up from sleep
The deck was steep
But a mere command was issued.
There by the mast
They had to ask,
“You ain’t from around here, are you?”