Breakfast on the Beach
There’s something beautifully ordinary about one of the resurrection stories.
The disciples are fishing,
not succeeding,
not sure what comes next.
And then, Jesus shows up on the shore.
People tend to fall into two distinct groups: beach people or mountain people. Well, except Jesus, he was both.
So maybe most people.
Regardless, I am a beach person. The sound of the water, the constant movement of the tides, the small crabs and birds and fish, the vastness. It’s a place that grounds me, connects me to God and the earth. A place that reminds me of how small I am in the expanse of the universe.
When Jesus shows up on the beach, it feels so natural to me. And when he arrives, he comes with all of his usual gifts.
Not with a sermon,
not with a grand declaration,
but with breakfast.
Bread. Fish. Fire.
It’s such a small moment, and yet it holds something profound: resurrection doesn’t only meet us in the extraordinary. It meets us in the everyday rhythms of being human.
There are seasons when faith feels clear and alive,
and there are seasons when we go back to what we know,
doing our work, tending our lives, wondering what it all means now.
And still, Christ meets us there,
on the shorelines of our routines,
in the middle of our unfinished questions,
in the spaces where we are simply trying again.
Maybe this is part of the good news: you don’t have to be in a perfect place to encounter God.
You just have to be present.
This week, pay attention to the “breakfast moments,”
the small, grounding, sustaining places where you are met
with exactly what you need for the next step.
Peace,
Pastor Carrie
Senior Pastor | Second Baptist Church
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