They dried off around the fire. They stretched their aching muscles. Then Jesus said, "Breakfast is ready."
So often I have fantasized about being at that breakfast on the shore. Wouldn't you like to have been there that early morning?
The mist is rising from the water; waves lapping against the shore. The sun is rising now; it dissipates the chill and the darkness, and turns the sand to gold. Drifting across the beach comes the tantalizing aroma of fish cooking over the open fire, and there is bread from the hand of the Saviour.
As I read, I seemed to be on that shore, weeping at His feet, His wounded feet; and I saw the footprints left in the sand and I felt them on my heart.
Never, never doubt the reality of His Presence.
Like the old hymn says, "Jesus, only, only Thee, my heart can fill."
They didn't have to ask now; they well knew Who He was. Wouldn't their hearts be smitten as those hands, with the awful wounds, break the bread and give them generous portions?
Fish dripping down their chins, bread crumbs caught in their beards; and Jesus, the risen Christ, serving them!
Their Creator built a fire, cooked food, and then served them; all the while ..... loving them.
Just a few short days ago This MAN had died, a cruel and brutal, violent death. Now He is smiling into their eyes, and into their hearts; they hold their breath ..... His love is so real it is almost tangible.
Are you truly aware of His precious, never-failing, very personal love for you?