After the five barley loaves and the two little fish, broken and
scattered and gathered like manna from heaven, the crowds wanted to take
him and force him and make him be their king.
But Jesus went up on the mountain alone, and while he was still gone, his disciples got into a boat and tried to cross the sea.
Darkness
was over the face of the deep, and a great wind rose, stirring the
waters. The waters were rough and they were right in the middle of them,
three or four miles from either shore, when they saw Jesus walking,
nearer and nearer, and they were terrified.
"I'm the one. Don't be afraid."
They wanted to take him into their boat, but already they were at the land they sought.
When
the crowds back on the other side woke up, they knew that there had
only been one little boat, and Jesus had not gone in with his disciples.
But as soon as they figured out that he was really gone, they got into
the next boats that came along, to chase him down and try to make him
give them more bread. But his body is the true bread from heaven, broken
for the life of the world, and he will not get into our boats. These
are hard sayings, who can accept them, but there is nowhere else to go.
He alone has the words of eternal life, and for all that we try to save
him, he saves us instead.
O Rex Gentium a Sixth Advent Reflection
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