Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.”
“Come and have breakfast.”
Really, Lord?
You invite me for breakfast?
In the early morning
When I’m not altogether.
When I have serious bed head going on
- not to mention morning breath...
“Come and have breakfast.”
When I’m still coming to
Thinking of all that the day holds
Fearing that I’m not up to the task...
“Come and have breakfast.”
In that fragile hour
between sleeping and waking
You bring intimacy
into my vulnerability
You sit with me
Minister to me
Materially and spiritually
- one and the same for you...
“Come and have breakfast.”
And in that shared moment
You breathe peace
You breathe forgiveness
You breathe identity
Life itself
Calling me
your disciple
Calling me
to feed your sheep.
“Come and have breakfast.”
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