About me:

“Feed My Sheep”

I had gone back to the sea. I knew He was alive . . . that He had triumphed over the grave. But I also knew that I was not the “Rock” on which He could build His church. And so, I had returned to the only life I thought I knew . . . that of a fisherman. But even that seemed destined to fail. . . .

I'd fished all night and caught nothing. And then, suddenly, there He was . . . asking me, “Peter, do you love me? . . . Peter, . . . do you love me? . . . . . . Peter, . . . do you love me?” And from the depths of my brokenness I cried, “Yes, Lord, you know that I do.” And He said to me, “Then feed My sheep.”

That morning, standing by the Sea of Galilee, my heart was forever pierced with the burning desire to “feed His sheep.” . . . I testify to you: a broken heart can be restored; a crucified will . . .brought back to everlasting life. As long as there is breath within my body, I shall do what He asks.

For to “feed the Master's sheep' is to love the Master . . . is to love you.

~ No Greater Love – Peter's closing dialogue.