The disciples of Jesus had been through more in two weeks than most can say of a lifetime. They were undoubtedly exhausted and confused, still processing all that had taken place. Recounting words, reliving experiences—everything they knew was touched and altered in the three years they spent with Jesus of Nazareth. They were fishermen, tax collectors, and physicians who became students, friends, and followers of a rabbi that set something terrible and wonderful in motion; even if they did not yet have their minds around it, there was an awareness that they were standing in the midst of something big, maybe sacred. They saw him perform miracles. They saw him worshipped and despised. They saw him beaten and killed and buried. They saw the body. And then they saw him alive—twice.
Early in the morning, possibly out of habit, possibly out of a need to be in waters familiar to their time with the one they just lost, the disciples went fishing.(1) As they were out in the boat, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize who it was. From the shore he called out, “Friends, haven’t you any fish?”
“No,” they answered.
“Throw your net on the right side of the boat,” he said, “and you will find some.”
Perhaps since they had hopelessly exhausted all other options, perhaps because the advice seemed oddly familiar, they listened to the advice from the shore.(2) And when they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish. Immediately one of them cried out in recognition: “It is the Lord!” As soon as Peter heard it, he eagerly jumped into the water and swam to the shore. The other disciples hurriedly followed in the boat, towing the net full of fish. When they came ashore, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it and some bread. And Jesus invited them to “Come and have breakfast.”
Whether it is the first or the fiftieth time hearing John’s retelling of the appearance of the resurrected Jesus, it is a story that saturates its readers with anticipation. It is a story to rightfully get caught up in. Once again in the presence of the one who called them to follow, the disciples approach the fire, their hearts burning within them as they stand beside the body they saw bloodied and buried. And in this third appearance of the one they saw scandalously beaten and killed, Jesus invites them, plainly, ordinarily, oddly to eat with him.
Floored by these tremors of a divine mystery, the disciples were silenced before the life before them; they were surrendered to the shock of something beyond them in the presence of Christ. John recounts the common sentiment among them. “None of the disciples dared ask him, ‘Who are you?’ For they knew it was the Lord.”(3)
There was a time when I found myself yearning to add a voice to that fireside quietness. Struggling with the God whose persistence I found exhausting, whose very will required me to repeatedly relinquish my mind and being, unlike the disciples, I did dare to ask. “Who are you?” I wanted to shout. “And what do you want from me?”
Yet as French philosopher Michel de Montaigne once wrote, there are triumphant defeats that rival victories. Along the human road of finding God, surrender seems an unavoidable illustration, a struggle that begins again every day as if nothing had yet been done. But though that may seem a daunting prospect, it is in this great surrendering where we can find, in Fredrick Buechner words, “the magnificent defeat of the human soul at the hands of God.”
In the presence of the one that moved mountains of sin and unawareness and brought them to the feast of God, the disciples found reason to surrender. Might we also be humbled by the God who refuses to leave despite words we shout in protest, despite refusals to surrender, despite ourselves. Might we be awed by the one who says, “Follow me!” and expects us to trust that he will not leave or forsake us. And might we marvel at the God who, carrying in his own body the scars of defeat, invites us to the nearness that is victory.
Jill Carattini is managing editor of A Slice of Infinity at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
(1) cf. John 21.
(2) cf. Luke 5.
(3) John 21:12.