Their lives were set. They had worked at their jobs all their lives. They thought they knew which way life would turn for the rest of their days.
There was a hope for a political savior–to free them from the Romans. But mostly there was routine, the everydayness of work and home.
Then they met Him. Perhaps He was the one–the one who would save them from the oppression of Rome.
They were fishermen and a tax collector.
Disciples.
They listened. They followed. They believed.
Then one betrayed Him. Another denied Him. One stayed close to the end. The rest scattered.
They thought it had ended.
The fishermen returned to their boats.
Life would be as it was.
Then He arose. Rome stayed, but His followers changed.
They received fire from heaven.
They truly were never the same.
And they turned the world upside down.
His rising, a lie?
You may say so, but who dies for a lie?
Only one would not be killed for believing the one who said, “Follow Me.”
That one would suffer exile and write his encounters with the one he followed at the cost of all else–all else but eternal gain.
This story remains today.
To inspire us.
To show us how to follow Him.
To make us never the same.
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