A new dawn

This morning, the disciples wake up to a beautiful dawn wondering if the past three years of their lives has been a dream. Fresh in their minds too is the man who was hung on the cross yesterday, the one who got them leaving everything they had and were doing to follow him, one who has spoken with authority of God and his kingdom, who has stilled storms and mingled a little too liberally with the outcast, but overnight he's gone. What was that all about?

Hope has left, grace has yet to come. This is a dark, confusing time. Maybe it's easier to pretend that it didn't happen.

Let's go fishing, says one of them.