The notion of Jesus preparing breakfast is, well…right. It feels good, and makes you smile if you allow the scene to play out. Jesus was alive and the disciples had not yet allowed the truth of His resurrection become a part of them. They were altered, and now had no idea how to exist. Jesus came to them many times and said many life-changing, commission-able things. But the one for me that lends aid to my existence is when “Jesus said to them, ‘Come and have breakfast.’” (John 21:12a)
Jesus served breakfast to His friends who were in a state of emotional and vocational limbo. What a common, yet kind manner of soothing their fears and fueling their faith. God is the consummate provider of what we need, when we need it—hope, comfort, wisdom, assurance, purpose. The disciples would go on to have moments of uncertainty where they would need spiritual refueling, but what they would always remember and would be assured of was that Jesus—after dying and resurrecting—served them breakfast.
Show me the end and the measure of my days…give me wisdom and understanding…take not your Holy Spirit from me and restore to me the joy of my salvation…you have placed eternity in my heart and without condemnation you plan my days and supply every need by your grace…writing my legacy on the wall…praying for my return…and cleaning my feet, muddied from the rain soaked dirt road I insisted I walk on thinking it was a shortcut only to realize that I missed the view on the road you chose…and you wait, you always wait till I return with the fleece in your hand and a beach side breakfast.
Jesus, you are over everything “…putting everything in subjection under His feet. Now in putting everything under subjection to him, He left nothing outside His control. At present, we do not see everything in subjection to Him. ” (Hebrews 2:8)
When the vanities of my thoughts cloud the view, how do I wade through the haze to see you?
You are over the wind, the rain, the fog, my pain, my tears. You are over my prayers and over my wandering mind. I am subject to your discipline and you are over my redemption. You are over my strength and my might and by your Spirit I exist.
At the end of the day, I look back to see how you clothed my way. How you wrapped my wandering mind in your grace and you took away the cluttered space of my wasted time.
Jesus, you are over everything. Your mercies shy of nothing and by your grace, the universe sings. Your footstool is the altar of persuasion and by your cross, the church bell rings.
Chained to the One who leads me on, I bind my thoughts to thee
A peddler by grace for His name’s sake, the Lord my reason be
In faith I walk squinting to see, time give way to eternity
Alone or mingled the aroma sweet, as Jesus leads me to His feet
Grace – my lifelong misunderstanding. Still, in the misunderstanding there is grace, that unrealized implication of my sin. How often I fall again and again to self-made glory laid bare in frustration and unsolicited judgments. Those moments that leave us naked and disappointed at the inability to hear the lies and smooth persuasion of the enemy, my mind, my flesh.
Disillusioned by dawn’s light, my reflection bare
The chaos all too clear as conviction blows the fog from here.
When will I learn to recognize, to hear the proverbial taunt
How long will I be swayed, confined by familiar lies and scarred by rusty traps
Grace – my lifelong misunderstanding.
What a gift that I have in you, Jesus. You bless me as I am “poor in spirit” and I “hunger and thirst for righteousness.” I know that I reside daily in your presence, filled to the brim in satisfaction, seeing your face, and receiving every good thing. I know that I turn aside from it all and at times walk into the desert at your leading where you show me the depth of my heart and totality of your grace.
“Search me oh God and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
And see if there is be any grievous way in me
And lead me in the way everlasting!” Psalm 139:23-24 ESV