Chapter 6 Simon called Peter

It was on the shores of the Lake of Galilee that I first met my saint, my Lord Jesus. My brother Andre was with me and we were casting nets into the lake. Due to the strong wind and strong waves, we caught very few fish and were depressed. All of a sudden, Jesus seemed to descend from the sky and stood next to us. We didn't even see him coming. He called us by name and said, "If you will follow me, I will lead you to the bay where the fish are dense." When I looked at his face, the net in my hand fell to the floor, because a fire burned in me, and I recognized him. My brother Andre said: "We know all the inlets around the lake like the back of our hands, and on a windy day like this, the fish hide in deep water that our nets can't reach."

Jesus replied, "Come with me to the shores of a greater sea, and I will make you reap, and your nets will never be empty." We left boat and net and followed him, driven by an invisible force beside him. I followed him close by, breathless and silent, full of wonder.My brother Andrei, who was walking behind us, was also amazed. We were walking on the beach, and I took the liberty to say to him: "Sir, our brothers will follow your footsteps and go to the ends of the earth with you. But tonight, if you wish, please come to my humble house. Although our house is small and low Short, you are only entertained with simple tea and light food, but if you come, we will regard the shabby room as a palace; if you serve bread with us, what will the kings of the world be jealous of me?"

He said, "Okay, I'll be a guest at your house tonight." I am very happy.We followed him silently to our house. As we stepped through the threshold, Jesus said, "Peace be with this house and with its owner." Then he went into the house, and we followed. My wife, mother-in-law and daughter came out to meet him. They bowed down before him in admiration and kissed his cuff. They were amazed at the presence of the chosen and loved Jesus.Earlier, when John the Baptist announced his identity to the crowd, they had seen Jesus by the Jordan River. My wife and mother-in-law got to work on dinner right away.

My brother Andre was shy by nature, but he had a greater faith in Jesus than I did. My twelve-year-old daughter stood beside him, clutching his clothes, as if afraid that he would leave us and go out into the night, and she clung to him like a lost lamb finding its shepherd. We sit down at the table.He took the lead in breaking the cake, poured the wine, and said to us: "My friends, please give me the honor to share this food with me, just as the Father has given us this food." He said this before the meal, in accordance with the ancient custom that the guest is the host. Sitting next to him, we felt as if we were sitting at the banquet of a great king.

My young daughter, Patnara, stared into his face, watching his every move.I saw tears welling up in her eyes. We followed him as he left the table and sat around him under the vines. He spoke, and we listened, our hearts leaping for joy in our breasts. He talked about the second birth of man, the opening of the gate of heaven, the angels descending to earth to bring peace and joy to mankind, and ascending to heaven to convey mankind's admiration for the Holy Lord. He looked into my eyes again, as if he could see into my lungs.He said, "I have chosen you and your brothers, and you should walk with me. You have labored and are burdened, and now I will let you rest. Take up my yoke and learn from me, for my heart is at peace, Your souls will feel fulfilled and have a sense of homecoming."

When he spoke, we brothers stood and listened.I said, "Lord, we will come with you and baptize Jesus. The ends of the earth; even if we have mountainous burdens on our shoulders, we will bear them with joy. If we fall, we know it is on the way to On the way to heaven, we shall be satisfied with it." My brother Andrei said, "Lord, we will be threads on your loom. Weave us into garments, as Montessori allows, and we will be woven into the royal garment of the Most High." My wife lifted up her tears and said happily: "Bless you, visitor in the name of the Lord. Bless the womb that conceived you, and the breast that fed your milk."

My daughter, who was only twelve years old, sat at his feet, snuggled up to him. My mother-in-law sat on the threshold, she said nothing, but wept silently, and the tears soaked her shawl. Jesus went up to her, held her face to himself, and said, "You are the mother of them all, and you wept for joy, and I will remember your tears." Now the ancient moon has risen.Jesus looked up at the moon, then faced us and said, "It is late, go to bed and sleep. God may come to your sleep. I will stay under this vine until dawn. Today I cast my net and I reaped Two people, I am satisfied, now it is time to say good night to you."

At this time, my mother-in-law said: "But we have made a bed mat for you at home, and I ask you to come in." He replied, "I do want to be at home, but not under the roof. Let me spend the night under the canopy of grapes and stars!" The mother-in-law hurriedly took out the mattress, pillows and sheets.He smiled and said, "Look, I'm going to be lying on a double bunk." Then we left him and went into the house.My daughter came in last, and her eyes remained on him until I closed the door. Thus, for the first time, I met my saint, my Lord. Although this happened many years ago, it is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.