When God Breaks In
Hello! I am back from my lovely pastor vacation after Easter.
How was it, where did I go, or did I do anything special?The answer is: define "special". I assembled a bookcase out of apple crates (home depot brand... my grandmother would be very disappointed that I did not get them for free from the grocers), I cleaned and vacuumed, I transported a seven-foot glass-sided cabinet in my little five-foot interior storage space car, I read a science fiction novel, I saw Avengers: Endgame in the theatre. I went for a walk every day, appreciated God's creation between shivers because I continually wore a jacket inappropriate for the weather. I did notopen my email app once the entire week and was on Facebook sparingly. I did nothing ordinary. It was tiring but felt wonderful to take those days out of my normal routine. My vacation was nothing spectacular, but it felt extraordinary. One other thing I did was give thanks for the chance to take those days of vacation and rest. It may have been exhausting, but it was my choice for it to be so, and I was thankful for the chance to be tired by my choice.
When I returned to work, I was thinking about the disciples. They had followed Jesus for up to three years, never really taking a break, even though Jesus would take moments apart to pray. After the crucifixion, the resurrection and subsequent revealing, now what were the disciples to do?
One of those stories will be read on Sunday. It is the story of the disciples fishing overnight. After catching nothing, the morning dawns. In a repeat of a previous miracle, a stranger on the beach tells the men formerly known as disciples to drop their nets on the other side of the boat. They promptly catch an overabundance of fish for breakfast. When they come in to shore, they find the stranger has built a fire and provided bread, all the meal needs is the fish. The men recognize Jesus, the Bread of Life, and receive one more commission.
Were the disciples taking a long overdue break, recharging their emotional and spiritual wells before jumping back into the fray of the political and religious enforcers? Were these men trying to remember what normal was before the interruption of God? Was there a larger purpose for the fishing trip or was it simply something to do in order to avoid doing something else?
Think of a time when you have been trying to take a relaxing break but kept being interrupted. How did you feel? Were you able to enjoy your rest, did you resent the intrusion, or did you have a chance to witness God in the unexpected?
~Rev. Andrea Joy Holroyd