"We proclaim to you the one who existed from the beginning, whom we have heard and seen. We saw Him with our own eyes and touched him with our own hands. He is the Word of life." 1 John 1:1 NLT
This morning I find the beauty and wonder in this verse. What a thing to behold for new believers so long ago. These men saw, heard, and touched the Creator of all things known and unknown by man. They dwelt together, laughed, cried, maybe played some kind of game, worked, and prayed in each other's company.
I wish I could see the apostle's faces when it really hit them who Jesus was. Things that didn't make sense before must have started falling into place. One 'ah-ha' moment after another! I wonder if they regretted not acting differently while in His holy presence. If so, I'm sure the regrets were short lived once He returned. But then, seeing, hearing, and touching Him again must have filled their sad hearts tremendously!
What indescribable joy! Enough to jump out of the boat and swim to shore as fast as possible. No time to turn the boat and pull up the nets, breakfast with the King was waiting! Their hearts must have been beating like drums in excitement!
And there must have been a twinkle in the apostle's eyes as his focus went back to the days of fellowship, that faraway look one has when reminiscing. The listeners must have been on the edge of their seat waiting for more. Oh to have seen their faces and heard their questions! What a glorious thought!
Dear Reader, when you pick up the Holy Bible, try reading it with the ancient's perspective. Become part of the story. Count yourself in with those excited and enthralled by what the apostles had to say. The story is the same today. Let it come alive in you!
Have a blessed day!
