Sometimes I forget details – like what my friend’s favorite color is or the name of someone I just met. When someone forgets my birthday, yep it bothers me.
Regardless if anyone remembers our details, God knows them all “And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” (Matthew 10:30 NIV) That’s quite amazing – He knows the exact color of my eyes, my shoe size, even remembers my first laugh.
All these seem trivial in the big picture of life, and yet, He is in every detail of our big picture. He’s walking through it with us and He’s on the other side at the end of tunnel.
I need a God like that. A God who is so familiar with me He knows what I’m going to say before I do and so in charge of the universe He knows my hardest moment will all work for good. Anything less is not God. He’s so big picture, so tiny detail that before one dust particle was created by HIm, He already knew Jesus would have to come and take our place.
Before one bad thought, one cruel act, one jealousy – He knew His Son would pay for it. He still said (loose translation) ‘Let’s make them in our likeness to rule over creation’. Because when we messed it all up, it wasn’t too big for God and never will be.
When Jesus died and rose again His closest followers still couldn’t grasp it all. It hadn’t turned out like they thought. So before Jesus went back to the Father He showed them again how He’s in their life’s moments. They fished all night – their livelihood – and came up with empty nets. Dawn broke and suddenly there He is on the shore calling for them to throw their net in one more time on the right side of the boat.
They weren’t even sure who was calling to them, but they tried one more time. 153 large fish filled that net, without one tear in it. Why 153? I don’t know, but it was a detail not left out in the book of John. Why didn’t it rip? It should have, but His care is in all the details.
Jesus already had fish frying and bread ready by the time they got out of the boat. Why? Because He knew hungry stomachs were more than ready to eat, and because He wanted to share a meal with them once again.
I can’t even imagine their wide eyed faces, racing thought minds, and beating hearts. Here was Jesus who appeared to them twice before since He was killed and this time He was cooking for them. I can tell you not one of them forgot 153 fish. And I can tell You He never forgets a detail about us – and someday He will have a meal waiting for all of us to share together (and He knows your favorite dessert).
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