Daily Worship -

Knowing Me, Knowing You

April 26, 2014 0

John 21: 4-14

Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realise that it was Jesus.

He called out to them, “Friends, haven’t you any fish?”
“No,” they answered.

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. 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.”

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. This was now the third time Jesus appeared to his disciples after he was raised from the dead.

There are things I know without realising it:
I know that 2 + 2 = 4 without counting.
I know the voice of a loved one without looking.
I know how to ride a bike without forgetting.

There are things I see, but only in part:
I see the leaves blowing, but yet not the wind
I see through the window, but forget about the glass
I see one side of the moon, yet I know it is whole

Some things others see, but not me
I see other things, but differently
I have knowledge, but don’t know everything
I see in my mind, and in my eyes.

Father, since the beginning of the world, we are known
From the moment of my birth I have always known. Somehow.
I will never ask, “Who are you?”
I know it is the Lord.

by Neil MacLennan