Breakfast With A Friend

Of the many blessings I enjoy in my life, a weekly meal with a dear friend has become a cherished time. I'm about to go have breakfast with my friend. It's a simple pleasure for sure. Nothing fancy. We will talk about whatever is on our heart. Sometimes we spend an hour together, sometimes three. I empty out a coffee pot. He doesn't imbibe (how does he make it through the day without java?). We will part, and go about our day. But to be sure, the iron has been sharpened. It seems unintentional ... but it happens. Jesus had breakfast ready on the beach for Peter and the apostles. It was post-resurrection. These deserting denying apostles who went back to fishing when the show was over. That simple breakfast was a moment of world-changing thundering grace. A simple act where the Divine reminded the redeemed that He is near and He loves. They would die for him ... and they did. May we all know God's nearness today.