A funk is defined as a state of paralyzing fear, a depressed state of mind.
I don’t find myself in that funk state of mind too often … maybe 2 or 3 times a year … it’s so rare my wife gets alarmed when I slip into it. This passage of Scripture does a pretty good job of illustrating what happens for me …
And in the fourth watch of the night he came to them, walking on the sea. But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were terrified, and said, “It is a ghost!” and they cried out in FEAR. But immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying, “Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.” And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was AFRAID, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little FAITH, why did you doubt?” Matthew 14:25-31 (ESV)
I have to wonder if Peter really saw the wind or he saw the impact of the winds … in the waves, the waterspray, the way the boat was being tossed about. Note how he went from fear (seeing Jesus walking on the water) to faith (walking on water himself) to fear (seeing the wind and sinking) to a cry of faith, ‘Lord, save me.’
I don’t know about Peter but simply walking thru this life on solid ground is an act of faith … a huge act of faith … I could give names to the waves and winds in my life … health concerns, family challenges, work issues, financial woes, etc. … I’m sure all of you could relate to one, all or more of these.
And sometimes I choose to allow those winds and waves to become mountains … my mountains … while virtually closing my eyes and ears and ignoring Jesus … I take sole ownership of those winds and waves and since in my own strength I am pretty much powerless to truly control those winds and waves I begin to sink into a deeper funk or an overcoming dread or fear. And since the imminent threat of drowning is nowhere to be seen for me like it was for a Peter, I choose to simply wallow around in that funk much like a pig does in his favorite mud hole.
My calls for the Lord to save me are not nearly as impassioned as Peter’s. Eventually my cries for help come from the heart … and the Lord is ever faithful … simply waiting for me to truly want Him to rescue from the funk.
The following is from today’s Oswald Chamber’s My Utmost for His Highest
Faith by its very nature must be tried, and the real trial of faith is not that we find it difficult to trust God, but that God’s character has to be cleared in our own minds. Faith in its actual working out has to go through spells of unsyllabled isolation. Never confound the trial of faith with the ordinary discipline of life, much that we call the trial of faith is the inevitable result of being alive.
Lord, help me in the midst of my unbelief and fear … I long to be found faithful … thank you for your rescue!