My bucket hat donned my head. It served the scorching sun right, my scalp was not one to be burnt for no offense.
I relaxed my tired body against the board of the trawler.
James yelled at me, "Don't just sit there and watch I and father. We will still catch some fishes, you can't just lose hope",he seemed to say.
I peered at him through the corner of my eyes and closed them again. I felt cold water being sprinkled on me and I jerked up. It was father, I had no choice but stand up and join James..
I was not a man who wanted too many things. All I wanted was to catch some fishes yet the little things kept hiding and refusing to walk into the loving embrace of my fishing net. I may not desire many things but I sure desired to be loved not the kind of erotic love some of those Samaritan women would profess to men who lust after whore mongering.
I sought for a love that was pure and chaste. A type that I couldn't even explain. I sought to be loved deeply by God perhaps it was just one of those wishes that would never come to pass. How could God love a fisherman like me deeply when the Levites still live.
Forgive my manners. I remain John Zebedee alias John the beloved. I was the only disciple who rested on my master's bossom. The one who achieved his dream of being loved deeply by his God. I hope you read that I was not martyred? I spent my last days on the island of Patmos. My instincts told me that master was divine though grace bought my salvation, that's one of the reasons why I didn't hesitate to follow him and leave father behind.
Luke always thought he was a fine scientist. After all, he had read almost all the scrolls, physicians read but he was wrong. Master was the best scientist. He was the first to ever record that one could be color blind.
I said something when I wrote the gospel. The light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. They just could not see the light? Can you beat that? Despite the fact that they were in the dark.
That's the height of color blindness. Don't be color and salvation blind. Master was and is the light. If you believe it, you will come up here. The saints feast is brewing and I hope to see you there.
Your Love,
John Zebedee
I relaxed my tired body against the board of the trawler.
James yelled at me, "Don't just sit there and watch I and father. We will still catch some fishes, you can't just lose hope",he seemed to say.
I peered at him through the corner of my eyes and closed them again. I felt cold water being sprinkled on me and I jerked up. It was father, I had no choice but stand up and join James..
I was not a man who wanted too many things. All I wanted was to catch some fishes yet the little things kept hiding and refusing to walk into the loving embrace of my fishing net. I may not desire many things but I sure desired to be loved not the kind of erotic love some of those Samaritan women would profess to men who lust after whore mongering.
I sought for a love that was pure and chaste. A type that I couldn't even explain. I sought to be loved deeply by God perhaps it was just one of those wishes that would never come to pass. How could God love a fisherman like me deeply when the Levites still live.
Forgive my manners. I remain John Zebedee alias John the beloved. I was the only disciple who rested on my master's bossom. The one who achieved his dream of being loved deeply by his God. I hope you read that I was not martyred? I spent my last days on the island of Patmos. My instincts told me that master was divine though grace bought my salvation, that's one of the reasons why I didn't hesitate to follow him and leave father behind.
Luke always thought he was a fine scientist. After all, he had read almost all the scrolls, physicians read but he was wrong. Master was the best scientist. He was the first to ever record that one could be color blind.
I said something when I wrote the gospel. The light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. They just could not see the light? Can you beat that? Despite the fact that they were in the dark.
That's the height of color blindness. Don't be color and salvation blind. Master was and is the light. If you believe it, you will come up here. The saints feast is brewing and I hope to see you there.
Your Love,
John Zebedee
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