He said, “Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some.”When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish. Then the disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, “It is the Lord!” As soon as Simon Peter heard him say, “It is the Lord,” he wrapped his outer garment around him (for he had taken it off) and jumped into the water.
Now there are a lot of cool things in this passage . . . A LOT. But the one that stuck out to me the morning that I read it is coming up, keep reading.
The other disciples followed in the boat, towing the net full of fish, for they were not far from shore, about a hundred yards.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.”So Simon Peter climbed back into the boat 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.This was now the third time Jesus appeared to his disciples after he was raised from the dead. (John 21:3-14)
Do you see it? Jesus made breakfast. I know I know, many other topics for consideration here. But I'm so drawn to this one. Jesus made breakfast! I think that is so wonderful. I love food. I love it when others fix it for me. A meal is an important thing for me. For many reasons.
The Creator God, Crucified and Risen, LORD of Lords, King of Kings, and we could say more . . . MADE BREAKFAST. I think that is soooo cool. The disciples were tired. They were hungry. They'd been up all night. They may have still been in shock over the events of the past few weeks . . . events that we are used to hearing about now and have familiar religious titles for like: "Transfiguration," "Triumphant Entry," "The Last Supper," "The Crucifixion," The Resurrection," . . . one of those alone might throw my entire system into chaos. And these guys are just out trying to take care of the daily grind, catch some darn fish and provide a meal for their families. They can't. They don't. And then Jesus shows up and brings them a miracle. Provides for their daily needs. And gets breakfast ready.
God
makes
breakfast.
I want to have something profound to say about that. I want to glean some spiritual truth or mystery that changes my life or at least my day, and yours too ;-) I'm sure it's there and more than one brilliant person has written about it. But all I can process right now is the raw fact: Jesus made breakfast. And that comforts me somehow.
I don't know why.
Maybe because I get really tired sometimes.
And I'm hungry, or at least think I am, most of the time.
Even after Jesus miraculously comes through for me.
I'm still tired and hungry.
It's the human condition, right?
We need food and sleep every day, even after lovely miraculous successful days.
Maybe especially then?
Jesus makes breakfast.
And I'm so relieved.
Reassured.
Loved.
That's it. I think? I think that's why it does something for me. It speaks of His love for me. To know that my Savior will prepare a meal for me. Serve me. Nourish me. Take care of my daily needs. Not just my big crisis everything falling apart moments. But that He will take care of today. He feeds me. Body, mind and spirit.
Jesus Christ, Son of God, came down from heaven, put aside His Divinity, and walked on earth to teach, heal, defeat sin and death
and make breakfast.
And it's a good thing, because I'm pretty darn hungry most of the time.
