Available for over a yearPeter's story - Part 2: Feed my sheep by Rachel Boxer
Hello again my friends! You鈥檝e returned to hear how my story continues? Let me take you back to where I finished last time鈥
Jesus was my best friend and I had deserted him. Worse than that, I had said I鈥檇 never even met him! What sort of a friend was I?
The days that followed were the very worst. Jesus was cruelly nailed to a cross, a terrible punishment normally given to only the very worst criminals. When he died, I felt as if my world had ended.
But Jesus had always said that he came to bring hope to those in despair - and he was true to his word.
Jesus鈥 body was placed in a tomb and then two days later two of our friends who had been to the tomb came rushing back with the news that they had seen Jesus - that he wasn鈥檛 dead, but very much alive! I wasn鈥檛 sure whether I dared believe them.
Later that same day, we all met together and locked ourselves in our meeting room, because we were still afraid of being arrested.
Suddenly, Jesus was there with us too - we knew it was him because he showed us the scars on his hands where the nails had been. It was true: Jesus was alive!
Our despair turned to joy, because now there was real hope - even death wasn鈥檛 the end!
About a week later, I was fishing in a boat with friends, some of the other disciples of Jesus. Before Jesus came, that was my life: being out on the water, catching fish and then selling them in the market to make money. It was our family business.
It felt good to be out in the boat again, but we鈥檇 been fishing all night and caught nothing!
As dawn broke, we saw a figure standing on the shore. A man who called to us: 鈥楩riends! Have you caught anything?鈥
鈥楴o!鈥 we shouted back.
鈥楲et your nets down on the right hand side of the boat!鈥 he continued. 鈥楾hen you will catch some fish!鈥
Well, we had nothing to lose by trying, and down went the nets again.
When we tried to pull the nets in, we couldn鈥檛: they were just too full. So we had to drag them to the shore still in the water.
As we got nearer to the shore, we realised who the figure was: it was Jesus! I was so excited to see him that I jumped into the sea鈥nd waded the rest of the way to shore.
Jesus had lit a fire on the beach 鈥 a very welcoming sight after our long night fishing!
鈥楤ring some more fish for me to cook,鈥 Jesus told us. 鈥榊ou must be hungry!鈥
Jesus took some bread in his hands, broke it up and gave it to us with the fish. It was the best meal we鈥檇 ever tasted, but it was what happened after the meal that changed my life.
Jesus came and sat beside me. I still felt so ashamed of how I鈥檇 failed him on that dreadful night in the garden of Gethsemane, and so I hardly knew what to say to him. But Jesus spoke first. 鈥楶eter, do you love me?鈥 he asked.
鈥楲ord, you know that I do!鈥 I replied.
鈥楾hen feed my lambs!鈥 said Jesus.
I sat for a few moments, playing with the pebbles at my feet, not sure quite what to say in reply. Jesus didn鈥檛 have any lambs!
Then Jesus spoke again: 鈥楶eter, do you love me?鈥
鈥榊es Lord! You know that I love you!鈥 I said, a second time.
鈥楾hen take care of my sheep!鈥 Jesus replied.
It was becoming a very strange conversation because Jesus didn鈥檛 have any sheep either!
A third time, Jesus asked me: 鈥楶eter, son of John, do you love me?鈥
鈥楲ord, you know everything about me - you know that I love you!鈥 I replied, hurt that Jesus had asked me three times鈥nd at that very moment, I realised what Jesus was doing.
Three times I had said I didn鈥檛 know Jesus鈥nd now he had given me three chances to start again.
鈥楾hen feed my sheep!鈥 Jesus said a third time, looking towards the others on the beach.
Now I finally understood. Jesus didn鈥檛 mean real sheep: he was talking about people! Jesus had been our shepherd. We, his disciples, had followed him and relied on him, like sheep need a shepherd to look after them. Now Jesus was asking me to take over, to be like a shepherd to his sheep.
And so that鈥檚 been my life鈥檚 work: caring for all those who follow Jesus, trying to be as good a shepherd as he was.
Available for over a yearPeter's story - Part 2: Feed my sheep by Rachel Boxer
Hello again my friends! You鈥檝e returned to hear how my story continues? Let me take you back to where I finished last time鈥
Jesus was my best friend and I had deserted him. Worse than that, I had said I鈥檇 never even met him! What sort of a friend was I?
The days that followed were the very worst. Jesus was cruelly nailed to a cross, a terrible punishment normally given to only the very worst criminals. When he died, I felt as if my world had ended.
But Jesus had always said that he came to bring hope to those in despair - and he was true to his word.
Jesus鈥 body was placed in a tomb and then two days later two of our friends who had been to the tomb came rushing back with the news that they had seen Jesus - that he wasn鈥檛 dead, but very much alive! I wasn鈥檛 sure whether I dared believe them.
Later that same day, we all met together and locked ourselves in our meeting room, because we were still afraid of being arrested.
Suddenly, Jesus was there with us too - we knew it was him because he showed us the scars on his hands where the nails had been. It was true: Jesus was alive!
Our despair turned to joy, because now there was real hope - even death wasn鈥檛 the end!
About a week later, I was fishing in a boat with friends, some of the other disciples of Jesus. Before Jesus came, that was my life: being out on the water, catching fish and then selling them in the market to make money. It was our family business.
It felt good to be out in the boat again, but we鈥檇 been fishing all night and caught nothing!
As dawn broke, we saw a figure standing on the shore. A man who called to us: 鈥楩riends! Have you caught anything?鈥
鈥楴o!鈥 we shouted back.
鈥楲et your nets down on the right hand side of the boat!鈥 he continued. 鈥楾hen you will catch some fish!鈥
Well, we had nothing to lose by trying, and down went the nets again.
When we tried to pull the nets in, we couldn鈥檛: they were just too full. So we had to drag them to the shore still in the water.
As we got nearer to the shore, we realised who the figure was: it was Jesus! I was so excited to see him that I jumped into the sea鈥nd waded the rest of the way to shore.
Jesus had lit a fire on the beach 鈥 a very welcoming sight after our long night fishing!
鈥楤ring some more fish for me to cook,鈥 Jesus told us. 鈥榊ou must be hungry!鈥
Jesus took some bread in his hands, broke it up and gave it to us with the fish. It was the best meal we鈥檇 ever tasted, but it was what happened after the meal that changed my life.
Jesus came and sat beside me. I still felt so ashamed of how I鈥檇 failed him on that dreadful night in the garden of Gethsemane, and so I hardly knew what to say to him. But Jesus spoke first. 鈥楶eter, do you love me?鈥 he asked.
鈥楲ord, you know that I do!鈥 I replied.
鈥楾hen feed my lambs!鈥 said Jesus.
I sat for a few moments, playing with the pebbles at my feet, not sure quite what to say in reply. Jesus didn鈥檛 have any lambs!
Then Jesus spoke again: 鈥楶eter, do you love me?鈥
鈥榊es Lord! You know that I love you!鈥 I said, a second time.
鈥楾hen take care of my sheep!鈥 Jesus replied.
It was becoming a very strange conversation because Jesus didn鈥檛 have any sheep either!
A third time, Jesus asked me: 鈥楶eter, son of John, do you love me?鈥
鈥楲ord, you know everything about me - you know that I love you!鈥 I replied, hurt that Jesus had asked me three times鈥nd at that very moment, I realised what Jesus was doing.
Three times I had said I didn鈥檛 know Jesus鈥nd now he had given me three chances to start again.
鈥楾hen feed my sheep!鈥 Jesus said a third time, looking towards the others on the beach.
Now I finally understood. Jesus didn鈥檛 mean real sheep: he was talking about people! Jesus had been our shepherd. We, his disciples, had followed him and relied on him, like sheep need a shepherd to look after them. Now Jesus was asking me to take over, to be like a shepherd to his sheep.
And so that鈥檚 been my life鈥檚 work: caring for all those who follow Jesus, trying to be as good a shepherd as he was.
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