The sun was high when I walked through the door, Esther just arched her eyebrows and asked, “Breakfast or lunch?”
I’m sorry I’m late”
mind that Simon, Eli told me what happened.
You must be exhausted, you fished all night and then you are gone all
morning. Where were you? What is happening?” Breakfast or lunch?”
some bread and olives will be fine, we cooked some fish for breakfast and ate
while we talked.”
what did you talk about with this Jesus? How to build a table or fit at door? Or were you teaching him how to fish? What do you even have in common with this man?”
The questions rolled out, one after another.
Another night of fishing and we were just beaching the boat when Andrew spotted a large school just off the shore, we grabbed our throw nets and waded out to try our luck.
had caught plenty through the night, but you fished when there were fish. There was no telling what tomorrow night
might hold for us.
up the shore, John and James were cleaning their nets under the watchful eye of
their father. Old man Zebedee was just
plain nasty, he growled and cussed as the crew got things tidied up for the
day. It seemed that he demanded more from his sons then he did of the hired
hands who helped out.
old to fish himself, he was there every morning to make sure that he wasn’t
cheated out of his share as owner of the boat and always demanded to know why
his sons hadn’t caught more or bigger fish, “Why in my day. . .” Soon his raging just became part of the
Peter? I don’t know, I kind of like, Simon, calling you Peter would just seem strange, especially when I was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, I’d feel like I was cheating on the Simon I married.”.
long as it’s me you are whispering sweet nothings to, you can call me anything
you like, but I don’t think the entire Peter thing is going to catch on. I’d have to wear a sign, “The fisherman
formerly known as Simon”.
been telling Esther about my encounter with Jesus the night before and she was
bubbling with questions.
was he like? Do we have any friends in
common? Is he married? What did he mean by changing the world?
I know he’s a grown
man, but a little courtesy never hurt anyone.”
I was a little put out, Esther had prepared dinner for all of us and
Andrew hadn’t shown up.
“Simon, don’t worry
about it, you ate his share so it’s fine, really.”
Esther and her mother
were puttering around in the kitchen, while I was getting things ready for work
and I wasn’t a happy camper. Andrew had
better start pulling his share or Esther’s kid brother, Eli, would be getting a
lot more work from me.
I’ve always wondered what the Jesus story looked like through the eyes of Peter, and so I’ve decided to try telling it from the view of the fisherman.
From my first reading of the Gospels, he was the Apostle that I most identified with. A fisherman called to become a Fisher of Men, impulsive, speaking before he thinks and besides I always picture him with a beard
Calling it the Gospel According to Peter seemed a bit presumptuous, so I settled on A Fisherman’s Tale. Each Wednesday I will post a new chapter, and when we get to the end then we’ll see what happens.
Hope you enjoy Peter’s journey and would love to hear your comments.