Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.” (John 21:12)
Father of morning food, you do not neglect our most basic need.
After rising from death, you shared a meal with your friends.
Forgive us for forgetting how marvelously present you are.
Forgive us for failing to see your plate with steamed fish and warm bread.
Forgive us for fishing on our own and neglecting your breakfast call.
We hunt on our own—set on finding our own food, and warmth, and home.
And yet, you who made our limbs and minds stand ready to fulfill, satisfy, and serve.
You are our fish and our bread. And you do not make us prepare our own meal.
You present us yourself. You present us with spiritual and physical bread.
Your hands—not ours.
Your work—not ours.
Give us the grace to see you standing on the shore offering us breakfast.
And give us the humility to eat with you and laugh at your table.