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Morning gloryFriday, April 6, 2018
From John 21 When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite So now, in the fullness of time, this appearance of Jesus is for Peter. Most good fishing is done at night. Right? But not that night, not on the left side of the boat, not alone with no touch or smile or word from Jesus. Peter might say he is going fishing, but I think he wanted solitude, and those pesky friends of his just would not let him go. They insisted on hanging out. They had, after all, seen what happened to Judas when he found himself isolated and far too alone: I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree But this is the dawning of the ages, and Jesus will not be leaving Simon Peter on the shore, bereft of his anointing, no longer rock and rubbish of the night. That is not the way of the Lord who loves us and so he comes for Peter, just as after darkness comes the dawn. With the silhouette of Jesus against the sunrise, sudden fish tumble in the boat, and Peter tumbles into Jesus' arms. Embarrassed and afraid that he might be, Peter turns TOWARD Jesus, not away. Jesus, being God, claims God's righteousness for Peter. Jesus can only see Peter as a son of God, not entirely unlike himself. They are brothers, children of God together. Jesus gives Peter complete permission to: Act in God's eye what in God's eye he is - Jesus, with his words and touch, reminded Peter of his role and re-called him into the Body of Christ on earth. This God-sent poetry-in-motion brushes all of us with the beauty of Christ. We too inhabit those ten thousand places. The joy of our salvation is a never-ending joy, God's glory our own never-ending story: Nature is never spent. Beauty robin red-breast, goodness ever-dancing dove, truth-trilled songs into the bright blue sky. We join birds of the air and lilies in the field. Like them we come from you and return to you; your word never goes home void. We are those words, Lord ... your words. You make us whole, you make us new, you bring us joy in the morning. This is what we can see, and this is what we can be. |