The 12 Disciples - Andrew (Part 2)
His great finger and long out-stretched arm now trembled. Was the Baptizer really saying what I thought he was saying?! What I hoped beyond hope for him to be saying? I wanted to see behind me, but did I dare? Still feeling soiled by my unbelief, if it really was … Messiah! … how could I look on Him?
The 12 Disciples - Andrew (Part 1)
Tears blurred my sight as I ran. Whether they were from the wind or the flood of emotions in my heart, I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. In a sense, it didn’t matter. I knew how to find my way along this road in the dark almost as well as Simon could navigate our boat in a storm. Often I would end up going the road alone, and I never minded. Especially at night, in the dark, when the peaceful rhythm of the tide kept the perfect timing for a thoughtful step.
The 12 Disciples - Peter (Part 2)
A hand grasped my shoulder from behind! My knees weakened and I felt my breath escape me. John. He spoke to me with concern, “I requested to the High Priest. You may enter.” Forcing a grateful smile, I marveled at John’s composure and rounded the gatepost with him to enter the courtyard. Still I inwardly deliberated for a means to leave. The night was far spent along with my emotions and body, and dawn was nearing.
The 12 Disciples - Peter (Part 1)
I always enjoyed watching Andrew work. Everything Father taught us Andrew had taken so seriously. He was never that fast, but he rarely made mistakes. For some reason, waiting on him didn’t drive me crazy. Still I harangued him with our inside joke: “Will you be ready before or after Messiah comes?” He looked up just long enough to flip sand at me with his foot, making me cover my face and drop my own side of the net. Just then he finished, saying, “Now who’s waiting?” We both smiled.