Part 3 I said, “Some people think you are Elijah.” Another disciple suggested that people thought he might be John the Baptizer come back from the dead, while others thought that maybe he was Jeremiah or one of the other prophets. And then Jesus looked at the twelve of us and asked us personally, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon, my brother, was not the least bit shy about giving his opinion – about anything! He spoke up and said, “You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God.” That must’ve been the answer Jesus was hoping for. He turned to Simon and said, “Blessed are you Simon, son of Jonas. No person has revealed this to you, but my Father in Heaven. I am going to give you a new name, Simon. Your name means “reed”. I’m going to change it to “Rock” – your name from now on will be called Peter.” I could not imagine Simon being a rock. I would never have given him that name myself, or he might’ve thrown a rock at me. But it was the name Jesus gave him, and the name that would stick with him for the rest of his life. Simon, I mean Peter, became one of the spokesmen for the disciples, and an outstanding leader. I was more quiet and reserved and did not mind if Peter took the spotlight. I was so glad that I brought him to Jesus, because I knew he would make a great disciple – much more important than I would. I looked up to Peter, not only as a brother, but as a follower and disciple of Jesus Christ. We traveled all over the area of Galilee and watched Jesus preach, teach, heal the sick, and perform many miracles. As time passed, Jesus’ fame soared. There was a large crowd that found him and wanted to hear him preach. There were people of all ages in that crowd. Some of them traveled a great distance to hear him. It was exciting to see so many following Jesus. But something bothered the disciples – including me. It was getting late in the day, and the people had been with us all day. They would be getting hungry. They had not brought food with them for lunch. I looked around to see if anyone had any food – but the only food I saw in the crowd was the lunch of a little boy whose mother had sent five loaves and two fishes with him. Some of the disciples told Jesus that we better send the people home before they faint from hunger. Jesus wanted to know why we don’t feed them. Let’s be reasonable. How would we get food out here in this desert area – a wilderness – for there were no places around there to buy bread. And it would take six month’s wages to buy food for that many people. They told him they didn’t have that much money. When they were finished arguing with Jesus, I brought a little boy with his sack lunch to Jesus. I thought, it’s not much, but at least it’s something, if that little boy is willing to share his lunch. I wondered how far it would go to feed so many people, The little boy was willing to share his lunch if Jesus needed it. The other disciples looked at me as if I had lost my mind. But at least a few people could be fed from those little loaves and fishes – perhaps the weakest ones.
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