Breakfast With Jesus

This is an amazing message for us and the Church

Why, it tells of God and his heart for all of us brings us hope eternal and true

Why, well its tells of forgiveness and love beyond belief

Why, through this we see the foundation of the universe it self here is Gods fingerprint his blue print for church

Why, well its true for us today as it was for Peter and the disciples then

Why, well it’s the same Jesus that waits for us, for the time when we will see him

Why, it’s a love story with all of us in the centre stage the truest story ever, full of beauty, betrayal, death, hope, faith and above all Love

Why, well it’s a story that’s still being told

So What?

Are there times when you turn away from Jesus

Are there times when you just can’t see it any more, want to get back to the way things were before he came

Are there times when the worries and concerns of the world just sweep you away

Are there times that the love just does not get through, our hearts turn cold

Dangerous times, times when the Lord seems distant, far off, insignificant, unimportant, far from the centre of our lives

Are there times like these?

Are there times when we still have the stench of betrayal on our lips, when we deny Jesus, say we don’t know him, turn away

The Apostles knew times like this, the Disciples sometimes could not even see Jesus when he stood in front of them

Where?

Lets keep that idea, consider the number of times in the bible were Jesus was there BUT no-one could see him

I mean not recognise him, know him for his divinity, for his truest humanity surely a man like this must of stood out in the crowd, almost shone surely if you had lived with him for three years, seen him died and laid to rest, you might think “don’t I know You from some where?”

Jesus showing us what humanity is at its ultimate best and we were incapable of seeing the beauty of who God is.

But it happened all the time consider Mary at the tomb, those on the road to Emmaus the disciples look right at Jesus but they did not recognise him and it amazes me, bugs me and scares me that this can happen.

Jesus Christ looking at them straight into their souls and they did not recognise him who had walked amongst them, how many times I dread to think was that me looking at him and just not seeing?

John 1: 10 – 14 He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Isaiah 53: 1 – 6 Who has believed our message and to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed? He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

How could we not see Jesus and see his glory, know all of his beauty same today people cannot see and recognise his beauty even when it is right in front of us.

The context

Consider the moment, the Disciples, had given up their world to follow this Jesus, left families, the dead to bury themselves turned and followed. Turned their back on the fishing and the need to earn money and favour, turned to follow a King a Messiah. They turned after Jesus reviled himself to them and said “Come follow me and be Fishers of Men”, feeding the thousands with a handful of fishes and bread, watching the faces of those looking at Jesus and suddenly seeing his beauty like the rays of the sun illuminating there faces. Peter himself saw Jesus as the Christ God as Man, witness the miracles saw the transformation the beauty, heard the words, saw the tears felt that hand upon his arm, looked into those eyes and knew the living beating heart of God stepped out of heaven into our darkness to bring his light his love and here he was on earth. Peter knew Jesus, promised to him never to betray him even if all the others did, yet Jesus knew he would. Yet when Jesus was taken Peter deigned him, three times he was not alone others would rather flee naked into the night than stand with Jesus. They saw the Lord, beaten wounded, raised on a cross and knew that he died. As that body fell limp crying out "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last their dreams died, the faith was crushed and swept away, they lost all hope all reason to live. How crushing a blow to the disciples, all the time Jesus had prepared them telling them of the prophecy how the Son of Man must die, no doubt pointing them to the words in Isaiah 53, BUT this reality is to terrible to contemplate how can this be it, how can this be true. These men lost in a sea of despair trying to find a footing again, a reason to be turn back to that which they know, fishing for fish again, was it a dream did it really happen? The sheep turned and went astray. Maybe thinking, why did we trust him, I though he was it, was the chosen one, the Holy one the glorious one, but now he lies in a tomb, dead, decaying, lets forget the rants of the women, he’s not risen, lets turn our backs because faith is to hard, to difficult and lets go back to our old ways our way not Yahweh. And we who sit in judgement, are we really that different?