One evening, after we arrived back in Capernaum, Peter was looking out the window. He abruptly stood up. We looked at him with unspoken questions. "I'm going out to fish," Simon Peter told us. Six of us decided to go with him. Peter led the way with James and John following...naturally since they were fishermen. Thomas, Nathaniel, myself, and Bartholomew at the end. We fished all night by torch, slightly hindered by only having one boat instead of two for a dragnet. We rowed in early in the morning. James spotted someone on the shore by a fire. The stranger called out to us, "Friends, haven't you any fish?"
Thomas had left the room, and we locked the door behind him. Jesus wasn't in his tomb. In fact, reports had been coming in that he'd been spotted. Mary had seen him. We locked the door in case the temple authorities found us. I looked at the fading daylight out the window. Then I heard an exclamation and turned to look. Jesus was standing in the middle of the room; the door still locked. He smiled and with a bit of a laugh, said, "Peace be with you!"
It's been three days since Jesus was crucified. With the Sabbath yesterday, the women couldn't put the spices on his body since the shops were closed. As dawn started cracking the sky with light, I watched as Jesus' mother, Salome, Mary Magdalene, Joanna, and a couple of others leave for the tomb. Maybe an hour later they came running back, shouting over each other. John got them to calm down and tell us what happened.
We began moving in the direction of Jerusalem. While Jesus walked ahead, I had a sense of astonishment for some reason. The other people that were following us were murmuring in fear. I couldn't figure it out.