Jesus is crucified.
Dead.
Buried.
Now what?
What was the point of these last three years?
How can I go back to what and who I was?
Now it's the third day, and this morning we find out His body is missing: It's not in the tomb.
All day ... wondering. What can this mean?
We're meeting tonight.
(We kept the place a secret.
No point in tipping our hand to those that had Jesus killed.)
Maybe we'll eat, though no one has been hungry, really.
Well, we're here and locked in, just in case the authorities come looking for us.
Jesus appeared! Out of nowhere, just appeared out of thin air!
He is Alive!
What difference does it really make?
I boasted I would never turn away, even if I had to die.
All the other guys said the same, but
I was the only one who denied Him,
Three times I denied knowing Christ.
What hope is there for me?
I'm going [back to] fishing. Who's with me?
It was a bad night of fishing.
The next morning a guy on shore asked if we had any fish.
I almost shouted back, "NO! And THANKS FOR ASKING!"
But one with a cooler head answered first and just said, "No."
He told us to throw our nets on the other side of the boat.
I'm not sure why we did. No one ever fishes off that side of the boat.
But we had nothing to lose, except to be thought as fools, and I'm sure I'm already there.
Too many fish! We'll have to tow the net to shore.
Wait. This happened before ... Three years ago ...
It's Jesus!
Three times he asked me if I loved him, one for each denial.
When I would not boast
Jesus reinstated me.
He commissioned me.
He loves me.
John 18-21, What Peter might have said.
March 20-21, 2012
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