AGAPE: EYES THAT LOVE
Yes, follow me and I will make you a fisher of men.
It had been a long walk to the garden of olives. Peter, James, and John along with many other of His disciples were wearied from the journey, the strength to stay for an hour to pray; they could not find. The dark starry nights entertained their wearied minds; guiding each one to a dream of his own hearts intent. Peter, seeing himself with a fleet of ships having the biggest time of his life. The heart of a true fisherman, “pull in the nets!” he would yell as the herring fishes tried to scurry their way out of the nets. “Pull them in!” he stuttered as he swerved a bug out of his ear, readjusting to find a comforting plane. “That’s a great catch!” his voice spiraled across James’ head into the ears of John the beloved. “A great catch?” John asked with his eyes transfixed on the Nasserite before him. In all his days as a fisherman, no one had ever spoken so dramatically and affectionately about his profession. Dad always told him it was family business to make a living and keep the families trademark going. But here was Jesus, who was neither complementing nor destroying Zebedee’s concept of fishing; rather revealing the depths of it. “Yes, follow me and I will make you a fisher of men.” “Master! Master! Wait! Wait!” John chippered as he rolled towards James; unfolding the covering cloth he had used to pass the night.
His beard drenched in clotted sweat; thick as blood but as fine as wine
The grass ever green glistening under the rays of the heavenly lights. A stone throws away the man of Galilee approached, light-footed he was. His beard drenched in clotted sweat; thick as blood but as fine as wine. Sleep, of course, had escaped his eyes; the bags of sleepless nights were told by his sagging eyes. This was the third time he had returned from beneath the olive tree and once more he had found his disciples asleep. “Hand me that fish,” Peter spoke out as he engaged a rival in his dream. “I love you,” John toasted as he walked across the shores of Canaan with his master.
if it be thy will let this cup Passover me
Dear James had taken a cover position; his head hidden under a pillow to shield himself from the sleep talkers. The rest were sound asleep as quiet as a needle in a haystack. There Jesus stood reminiscing the spar he had had with his Father that night, “if it be thy will let this cup Passover me.” Three times he had asked and three times he had gotten the same answer. Now, seeing the disciples under the light of night a warmth broke through his heart. He had always known that his father would give him up for these little ones; their differences made no difference in the eyes of the Father. Thanking God for not letting him abort his mission; he let out one of his most famous lines, “Men ought always to pray and not to faint.” #Pray4Loveis@Stake
By DON-PEDRO KIZITO (+2348166332191)