Saturday, April 10, 2010
153 kinds exalt Him
John 21 recounts Jesus making His posse breakfast on the shore. As part of the story, He gifts them with a superabundant catch of fish, after a night in which they had caught nothing.
Once the boys reach the shore, Jesus asks Peter to run back to the net and get more fish for the fire, on which some is already cooking.
Such homely tasks; making a fire ahead of time so that the coals are at the perfect stage for cooking. Preparing bread. Cleaning fish.
Amazing that the creator of the universe would do such things for us...
Today in thinking about this passage (one of my favorite demonstrations of His immanence), I wondered about the fish Peter brought back.
They must have been alive, fresh out of the water, still wriggling from the shock of capture and oxygen deprivation.
I wonder if they calmed at His touch. I wonder if they experienced some sort of fishly ecstasy.
If even the rocks cry out, could a fish exalt to be in the hand of God?
May I be happy to be so consumed.