Desperate times calls for desperate measures and this is the situation Peter finds himself; owing taxes and defaulting on the deal he made with Quintus, the Roman Praetor. However, the toughest challenge is telling his wife, Eden, about his present situation. “Maybe God will get your attention now!” These are the words Eden tells Peter as tears run down her cheeks.
But how did he get here? How did he put himself in a mess only God can pull him out from? Will he be able to save his house and family, how will he pay his taxes? Don’t ask me; watch this 48-minute packed episode!
The series of events in this episode builds up to the beginning of Jesus’s ministry; the miracle of the fish and selection of Jesus’ core disciples. Andrew is shown running with a burst of excitement to tell Peter that he has seen the Messiah; the man they have been praying for but he (Peter) is unbothered and has lost his faith in God. The only thing on his mind is settling their debts.
Peter sets out to the sea, troubled, and with no hope, he needs a miracle and he is desperately counting on it. With no fish caught, Peter and his friends head to the shore where they meet Jesus. The moment he tells Peter to cast his net, Peter explains the ordeal he faced all through the night but Jesus did not flinch, so he cast his net and he couldn’t believe his eyes! (Yes, no spoilers).
Peter, a man who needed a miracle to save himself, got one of the most referenced and talked about miracles when all hope was lost.
Do you find yourself in a similar situation, don’t fret, God is still in the business of doing miracles!
PS: The miracle of the miracle of the fish is one behind-the-scenes video you should watch. You can find it on The Chosen App here.
Please read our review of The Chosen’s Ep 3: Jesus Loves The Little Children.
When I thought about the word My heart leapt in silent laughter as if to share in quiet joy my awe At how I once believed readiness was a chapter That I needed to attain to do more Such an appalling misrepresentation of the matter
To be ready is to be a willing one To serve opportunity’s timing now not after To date today and not cheat with tomorrow To learn while you grow from experience gathered To live prepared for the much you know and the few you control And ready you will always be, if you follow this pattern.
A decision is not glamorous It is not about the raised chest of the champion as he declares his conquering conquests to an adoring crowd
It is a lot more than that with a lot less glamour For a decision reduces a man to nothing more than his resolve To stand
To stand when falling is convenient To stand when running makes more sense To stand even though he lacks the strength
A decision is both a man’s greatest defense as much as it is his greatest flaw for when life comes at him and strips him of all he once had
When life takes the glories in the alluring arms of yesterday When life sails the praises of men to the next big sensation When life takes one last bow as it exits in that fateful breath May that man find I pray, a grateful appreciation that his resolve birthed the life he desired and his decision though tried and tested remained true
Dear black child, You will heal Heal from the scars buried 6 feet Deep within the pores of your skin Wounds that festered on your emotions And shattered your heart into a million pieces Now your heart is nothing but a broken glass Learning how to reflect your wholeness The image of a girl that once loved
Centuries from now, When the dust is shaped from your bones, History will tell a tale of courage, Of a woman who pulled her weight, Against the odds clawed around her neck, How from ashes and burning embers Built an Empire with and sweat,
Your bones will be a blueprint, A speck of dust igniting generations, A gene of women who don’t bend to raging winds, History will tell a tale of a Woman, A Warrior emerging from within you, How you faced your fears, And became a woman emerging, An open letter when they unearth you,
A testament of weathering storms, Taking down giants with your love, You are a promise of resurrection, Reminding them that red sea parted in your views, And when you whispered your last breath, The night spoke the language of love, Living blueprints in our heart,
Dear Black child, You are a miracle folded in the form of a woman, A woman becoming, learning the intricate language of love, You were born for this sort of heavy lifting, You were born a part saint, a part warrior, And you have emerged the Genesis Of a new breed of women, A linkage of goddesses
Dear black child, You are a goddess, An ancient scripture, A prophecy lies in your heartbeat, This revelation is nestled in your palms; Truly, greatness lies in your loins! Live it! Breathe it!