Galilee:

His Name is written everywhere here, even on water, as it is elsewhere, but perhaps the font is larger or just bolder here. Or the Voice is nearer the Source. Or the ripple is more a wave. Jesus hometown region. His zone. His cousins seem still around up here!

Regardless, the pastel ink of galilee is His Peace. The stones and tiny boats here recall often. And it’s very easy to still hear into the present, His Voice on the waters even before things were written down.

Easy to hear Him talking from Capernaum, walking backwards in her synagogue, as we do in holy places, eating at Peter’s house, or talking at cross roads, or out here even on the sea, when all is silent at dawn, the waters still, still. It’s easy to hear Him here on the sea of Galilee, still talking.

He walked around here, talked to His friends, ate fish, taught and did miracles. This was his hometown. He was also a man, Galilee says this morning, so we can be actual friends. People still tell stories about Him. How quickly the stories traveled from here. They were in Ireland by night when i first heard them. The stories went everywhere, but here it feels like just yesterday when he was here. At least from the water.