Sunday, March 1, 2009

Breakfast With Christ

I wonder what it was like to get up early in the morning and begin the day by the campfire with Jesus. Groggy, stiff from sleeping on the ground. No coffee. Wake to Jesus tossing a few pieces of wood on the fire, wood He created. Parch some grain on a stone by the fire. Pass around a crust of bread and the water skin. Maybe some dry fish. Perhaps a date or fig. Then, as we wondered if we would break a tooth on the grain, wondering what He would do or say today.