Lord,
I’m fascinated by the scene
from St John
in which you sit with your disciples
around a charcoal fire
eating breakfast
and talking about love.

I picture a group
of rough and ready,
down-to-earth,
weather-beaten
and sweating
fishermen.

I picture Peter,
a very direct man,
the spokesman of the group –
the sort of a man
who would happily call a spade a spade,
probably throwing in a few expletives
for good measure!

And yet here they all were,
big, butch, hard-working men,
sitting around a fire
and talking away to you
about love.

For me,
this is as unlikely and unexpected a scene
as seeing a dusty, unshaven builder,
dressed in high-vis jacket
suddenly down tools
and start to ballet dance
on a building site.

And yet something about you
transformed these hard-working fishermen
into disciples
who talked, at length,
about love.

Lord,
give me the courage
to allow myself, like Peter,
to be transformed
by you.

© Claire Murray (16th April 2015)