Finally Human Thoughts on being a person

Breakfast with Jesus

This morning I had breakfast with a dead man,
Well, they said he was dead
But he looked alive when he grilled the fish
On the beach fire

I ate with a man who had been beaten mercilessly
And abused by the state
Rejected by the crowds
He offered me some fish

The man I had walked out on, denied
In his greatest time of need
No one was left
And he died

The same old Jesus stood on the beach
And suddenly I was the dead man
Forsaken and alone
A heavy heart os despair

And I can hardly chew, can't stomach the taste
That this dead-and-then-alive Jesus
Would care for me
When I gave up on him

This morning breakfast with the dead-and-then-alive man

(John 18:25-27, 21:1-23)

Possibly Related Posts:

• A God I don’t fully trust
• God doesn’t do ‘ordinary’
• Ode to Christchurch or my first sermon online
• He who has ears
• After the pouring rain

About i.burgess

I pretend to be a writer. I inconsistently love my friends. I often make a fool of myself. I am loved beyond measure.