I stood on the shore by the sea. It was the town where Peter had lived, where a lame man had been lowered through a roof, where Jesus had healed the centurion’s servant from a distance: Capernaum. And I stood on its shore, where its rocky strand met the waters of Galilee.

A post-resurrection Jesus had said to his disciples somewhere near there, “Come and have breakfast.”

I cast my eye about for a breakfast cookout fire circle. Were you here, Jesus? Are you here? And I knew that He had been, that He was. Barely remaining upright for the strength of the wind off the water, ankles faltering on the jumble of rocks along the lakeshore, I stretched out my arms, threw back my head, and heard a voice speaking deeply into my soul, “Remember this.”

Capernaum, Israel, 2016