Note: This series is written as a first-person narrative in order to present Jesus in the context he walked with the unknown disciple that narrates presenting my thoughts and sparking more thoughts with his questions. Enjoy.
We began to follow, but Jesus waved us off, to stay here. Daylight turned to dusk, and eventually, night fell.
“What’s he doing?” one disciple asked besides the fire.
“Praying probably,” another answered.
On a mountain, talking to God, I thought, it’s a little like Moses on…”Sinai…” as realization struck me.
“What?”
“Nothing, I’m going to sleep.”
Morning brought Jesus calling us up the mountain. He told us he was picking some of us to always be with him and go out to preach. He looked at us, and I got nervous, would he pick me?
“Simon.” He stepped forward.
“James and John, the Sons of Thunder.” They went to him.
“Andrew.” Simon smiled as his brother joined him.
“Philip.”
“Bartholomew.”
That was six so far.
“Matthew.”
Fishermen and a tax collector.
“Thomas.”
“James, son of Alphaeus.”
Me! My heart fluttered as I walked on shaking legs to stand by Jesus.
“Thaddaeus,” he continued.
Simon the Zealot.” Simon glanced at Matthew as he walked up to stand on the opposite side of Jesus.
“Judas Iscariot.”
Jesus looked at the rest of the disciples, far more than us 12. He beckoned them closer and then sat down to teach.
Luke 6:12-16 and Mark 3:13-19
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