disciples.
“Master!” repeated Andrew.
Jesus stood and looked at the two men.
“Master, where are You staying?”
“Come with Me and find out,” said Jesus, who turned again and began walking.
Andrew looked at the other man who shrugged with a “now what?” expression. Andrew looked once more at Jesus, who was walking away.
“Let’s go with Him,” he decided.
The day spent with Jesus at the place where He was staying was the most amazing day of Andrew’s life. Jesus spoke to them of wonderful, simple truths. He gave them vision for a coming world which would see the Lord vindicated and Israel consoled. Most of all, Jesus spoke of hope—something Andrew had only recently begun to rediscover under John’s teaching. He thought about staying longer with Jesus—but then decided to go and tell his brother Simon about the Man.
Simon was a large man—much larger than most of his fellow Jews, certainly bigger than his brother Andrew. He was older and bore the obvious marks of a laborer. His hands were massive and well-worn, and looked as if they could easily crush a man’s skull—and yet Simon’s eyes were clear and strangely compassionate.
Simon snorted a bit.
“What does He mean come and see?” he whispered to his brother. “Why should we come and see? Seems to me this is an ordinary enough Fellow. We have a catch to make!”
Andrew pleaded with his brother.
“Simon, listen to me,” he said with intensity. “I cannot explain it to you. But I believe this Man is the Messiah!”
Simon dropped the net he was folding and looked at his brother quizzically. He walked over to Andrew and sniffed his breath to make sure he hadn’t been drinking some wine.
“Stop it,” said Andrew. “I’m not drunk. I’m telling you the truth!”
Simon shook his head in disbelief and left the net to follow Andrew. The two continued talking about the younger brother’s insistence that Jesus was indeed the Messiah. Finally Simon had enough of it. He would see to this Jesus nonsense and make sure He stopped filling his younger brother’s head with ridiculous ideas. He might even have a word with John’s disciples.
“You think this Jesus is the Messiah…
the
Messiah?” Simon finally asked as they walked along.
“That is what John said,” Andrew responded. “There He is!”
He pointed to Jesus, who was drinking from a well near the house where He was staying. Jesus looked up as the two men approached.
“See here,” said Simon, not even allowing Andrew to introduce him. “My brother tells me You are some sort of Holy Man. That’s well and good. But don’t be going around calling Yourself the Messiah.” He winked at Jesus. “The last ‘Messiah’ we had was killed by the Romans in a skirmish north of here. His whole group was murdered by Pilate’s cutthroats. I don’t want my brother to get caught up in any of that.”
Jesus looked at Simon and half-smiled.
“Your name is Simon, isn’t it?” He asked. “The son of Jonah.”
Simon was astonished.
“Why, yes,” he admitted, looking at his smirking brother who shrugged as if to indicate he had not divulged the information. “Andrew must have mentioned it to you.”
“From now on you shall be called Peter, the rock.”
Simon, now called Peter, was dumbfounded. He could only nod his head and blurt out a meager ‘thank you, Sir.’ He looked at Andrew and motioned for them to leave.
“We best be getting back to our nets,” he muttered. “Come on Andrew. We have a great deal of fishing to do yet.”
“Yes, you do,” Jesus said, as they left Him.
Michael and several other warriors followed Jesus into the house in Cana. Although He had only been in Cana for three days, He had taken on two followers, Philip and Nathaniel, who accompanied Him to the wedding. Philip was from Bethsaida, the town of Andrew and Peter. Nathaniel had been called when Jesus had passed through and spotted him under a tree.
Serus wasn’t particularly
“Master!” repeated Andrew.
Jesus stood and looked at the two men.
“Master, where are You staying?”
“Come with Me and find out,” said Jesus, who turned again and began walking.
Andrew looked at the other man who shrugged with a “now what?” expression. Andrew looked once more at Jesus, who was walking away.
“Let’s go with Him,” he decided.
The day spent with Jesus at the place where He was staying was the most amazing day of Andrew’s life. Jesus spoke to them of wonderful, simple truths. He gave them vision for a coming world which would see the Lord vindicated and Israel consoled. Most of all, Jesus spoke of hope—something Andrew had only recently begun to rediscover under John’s teaching. He thought about staying longer with Jesus—but then decided to go and tell his brother Simon about the Man.
Simon was a large man—much larger than most of his fellow Jews, certainly bigger than his brother Andrew. He was older and bore the obvious marks of a laborer. His hands were massive and well-worn, and looked as if they could easily crush a man’s skull—and yet Simon’s eyes were clear and strangely compassionate.
Simon snorted a bit.
“What does He mean come and see?” he whispered to his brother. “Why should we come and see? Seems to me this is an ordinary enough Fellow. We have a catch to make!”
Andrew pleaded with his brother.
“Simon, listen to me,” he said with intensity. “I cannot explain it to you. But I believe this Man is the Messiah!”
Simon dropped the net he was folding and looked at his brother quizzically. He walked over to Andrew and sniffed his breath to make sure he hadn’t been drinking some wine.
“Stop it,” said Andrew. “I’m not drunk. I’m telling you the truth!”
Simon shook his head in disbelief and left the net to follow Andrew. The two continued talking about the younger brother’s insistence that Jesus was indeed the Messiah. Finally Simon had enough of it. He would see to this Jesus nonsense and make sure He stopped filling his younger brother’s head with ridiculous ideas. He might even have a word with John’s disciples.
“You think this Jesus is the Messiah…
the
Messiah?” Simon finally asked as they walked along.
“That is what John said,” Andrew responded. “There He is!”
He pointed to Jesus, who was drinking from a well near the house where He was staying. Jesus looked up as the two men approached.
“See here,” said Simon, not even allowing Andrew to introduce him. “My brother tells me You are some sort of Holy Man. That’s well and good. But don’t be going around calling Yourself the Messiah.” He winked at Jesus. “The last ‘Messiah’ we had was killed by the Romans in a skirmish north of here. His whole group was murdered by Pilate’s cutthroats. I don’t want my brother to get caught up in any of that.”
Jesus looked at Simon and half-smiled.
“Your name is Simon, isn’t it?” He asked. “The son of Jonah.”
Simon was astonished.
“Why, yes,” he admitted, looking at his smirking brother who shrugged as if to indicate he had not divulged the information. “Andrew must have mentioned it to you.”
“From now on you shall be called Peter, the rock.”
Simon, now called Peter, was dumbfounded. He could only nod his head and blurt out a meager ‘thank you, Sir.’ He looked at Andrew and motioned for them to leave.
“We best be getting back to our nets,” he muttered. “Come on Andrew. We have a great deal of fishing to do yet.”
“Yes, you do,” Jesus said, as they left Him.
Michael and several other warriors followed Jesus into the house in Cana. Although He had only been in Cana for three days, He had taken on two followers, Philip and Nathaniel, who accompanied Him to the wedding. Philip was from Bethsaida, the town of Andrew and Peter. Nathaniel had been called when Jesus had passed through and spotted him under a tree.
Serus wasn’t particularly
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