Feed my lambs...
When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?"
"Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Feed my lambs."
Again Jesus said, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me?"
He answered, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep."
The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?"
Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go." Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, "Follow me!"
I don't know how this verse pentrated my hedonistic brain, but somehow it did. Lord knows it wasn't based on my diligent lifestyle of discipled scripture reading. However, one afternoon, it entered Remoy Philip's mind and it hasn't left.
My disdain for politics and religiousity has trumped all other thoughts and aspirations for my future. For the time being I'm done with my dreams or as some would call it, "the pursuit of happiness." I hate the idea of western assimilation along with it's ideas of power and money and corrupt religions.
"Remoy, Do you Love Me?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then, Remoy Philip, the young man who I considered valid enough for birh, life, existence, and relationship with me, I call you to a higher existence. Then feed my sheep."
When God aka Jesus of Nazareth were talking, could you imagine the horrible chills that the other disciples were feeling. You know that, "Oh, You're in such a bad spot, that I actually can feel your uncomfortableness in my veins," thats what John was feeling for Peter. Can you imagine the horrible tension that was eating up that cool morning air?
Do you not feel the same. I have told God I love him so much in certain "Kairos" moments, but then have taken my life on the trail of denial. My life has verbalized the idea that I don't even know Him; so forth, He has called me, a broken untrustworthy man, to shepherd His sheep. I am responsible to watch over His sheep whether lost or found; I am called to feed His sheep.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
"Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Feed my lambs."
Again Jesus said, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me?"
He answered, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep."
The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?"
Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you."
Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go." Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, "Follow me!"
I don't know how this verse pentrated my hedonistic brain, but somehow it did. Lord knows it wasn't based on my diligent lifestyle of discipled scripture reading. However, one afternoon, it entered Remoy Philip's mind and it hasn't left.
My disdain for politics and religiousity has trumped all other thoughts and aspirations for my future. For the time being I'm done with my dreams or as some would call it, "the pursuit of happiness." I hate the idea of western assimilation along with it's ideas of power and money and corrupt religions.
"Remoy, Do you Love Me?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then, Remoy Philip, the young man who I considered valid enough for birh, life, existence, and relationship with me, I call you to a higher existence. Then feed my sheep."
When God aka Jesus of Nazareth were talking, could you imagine the horrible chills that the other disciples were feeling. You know that, "Oh, You're in such a bad spot, that I actually can feel your uncomfortableness in my veins," thats what John was feeling for Peter. Can you imagine the horrible tension that was eating up that cool morning air?
Do you not feel the same. I have told God I love him so much in certain "Kairos" moments, but then have taken my life on the trail of denial. My life has verbalized the idea that I don't even know Him; so forth, He has called me, a broken untrustworthy man, to shepherd His sheep. I am responsible to watch over His sheep whether lost or found; I am called to feed His sheep.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy