Jesus, our Servant

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John 21:9-13
“When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.
Jesus said to them, ‘Bring some of the
fish you have just caught.’
Simon Peter climbed aboard and dragged the net ashore.

It was full of large fish, 153, but even with so many
the net was not torn.
Jesus said to them, ‘Come and have breakfast.’
None of the disciples dared ask Him, ‘Who are you?’
They knew it was the Lord.
Jesus came, took the bread and gave it to them,
and did the same with the fish.”

Being at a a church that follows the church year, means we are focusing on EASTERTIDE. And this story was part of the sermon that first Sunday after Easter. After church at lunch we talked about the significance of that breakfast on the beach.

Sure I have heard that story before – many times, but the focus has always been on the facts:

They don’t catch any fish after fishing all night.
And for Pete’s sake, these guys are fisherman.
So they should know what they are doing.
Jesus helps them catch a big load of fish.
The nets don’t break – this is amazing.
Peter jumps out of the boat and swims to Jesus.
They ate breakfast.

Today I see the servanthood of Jesus
in preparing that breakfast.
I see his love.

They were hungry, scared and depressed at losing their friend, not at all sure what was going to happen, so they went and did what they knew best – fish….after all they were fisherman before he called them to be his disciples.

And they Caught.No.Fish.
But Jesus cares for them.
He is good and he delights in them.
After all that had happened,
He offers his presence
and grace on that morning.
No shame,
just love.

He does that for me.

He will do it for you.

Joining with Deidra Riggs and The Sunday Community

1 Reply to “Jesus, our Servant”

  1. I have delighted in this chapter of John, these final days in Jesus life, most particularly in the days after Easter. I still am drawn back to those conversations, those events in the final days of our Lord.

    Thanks for taking me there again this evening, Carol. Blessings, friend!

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