May 5, 2019 – The Rev. Dr. Stephen Shaver

Year C, Easter 3, Revised Common Lectionary
Acts 9:1-6
Psalm 30
Revelation 5:11-14
John 21:1-19

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It doesn’t take a whole lot of time on pilgrimage in the Holy Land before you begin to learn to take some of the historic identifications of the holy places with a grain of salt.

It’s not that there aren’t holy sites that archeologists think could actually be historically authentic—like the Church of the Resurrection, as I said two weeks ago at Easter.  But when twenty centuries have supplied enough piety, pilgrimage, and potential income, holy sites tend to pop up exponentially.  So there are at least two birthplaces of John the Baptist; at least two sites where Jesus and his disciples held the Last Supper; and no less than four contenders for real Biblical town of Emmaus.  Those who visit Israel and Palestine looking to find places to venerate the mysteries of the faith … tend to find what they are looking for.  Those who go looking to pinpoint THE spot where they happened … are often disappointed.

And so it was back in 2009 when Julia and I arrived at the Church of the Primacy of St. Peter—THE spot on the shores of the Sea of Galilee where Jesus appeared to his disciples, cooked them breakfast, and commissioned Peter to feed his flock.  Our group of pilgrims from St. George’s Anglican College in Jerusalem celebrated the Eucharist at an outdoor altar on the grounds, then toured the chapel built over a flat rock, the “Mensa Christi”—the very Table of Christ, where he laid the charcoal fire and spread out the loaves and fishes.

Or, of course, maybe it really happened at that other flat rock over there—or that other beach a mile or two down the shore.  Who can say?

Yet as we stood there, looking out at the turquoise water lapping at the rocky shore, I realized just how right this holy place felt.  Over twenty centuries of time, cities appear and vanish; buildings, streets, and trees come and go—but the sea today is still the same as it was then. So contemplating the story in that place was easy.

They call the church the Primacy of St. Peter.  Now “primacy” is a grand sort of word—and if you’re into celebrating papal authority, perhaps that’s the aspect of the story that works for you.  But as I imagine Peter experiencing this encounter with the risen Jesus, it doesn’t sound as though he’s feeling very primatial.  Here he is in his soaking clothes, huddling by the charcoal fire as the rest of the disciples make their dry way back to shore in the boat.  This is now the third time, the evangelist tells us, that the Lord has shown himself to the disciples.  There’s been joy and astonishment as the reality has sunk in that Jesus is actually risen.  And yet for Peter, there’s something that remains unaddressed—an awkward, unwelcome memory.

There are only two charcoal fires mentioned in the pages of the New Testament.  They are both in John’s Gospel.

One is here. The other is just three chapters back.

We heard about it what feels like a lifetime, but was only just over two weeks, ago: in the Passion Gospel on Good Friday.  Peter is huddled around a charcoal fire in the high priest’s courtyard, with the opportunity to remain faithful to Jesus, even to the point of sharing in his suffering and death—and instead he betrays him, taking the easy way out; denying three times that he even knows Jesus, just as the Lord had predicted.

How is it for Peter as he sits here dripping by the fire, one-on-one with the friend he betrayed as he waits for the others to reach the shore?  Is it too much of a stretch to imagine the unspoken questions filling his mind?

“Does Jesus even know what happened?  Should I bring it up?  What’s this charcoal fire doing here, anyway?  Is this Jesus’ way of trying to make a point?  Oh God, I have to tell him I’m sorry.  Wait, that’s stupid.  Maybe it isn’t really such a big deal.  If only I could stop feeling bad about it.”

There’s a word for the experience of having an unnameable secret, something you can never let anyone know about you.  That word is shame.  Peter’s shame is the shame most of us know at some point in our lives—the conviction that we have done, or been, something so unworthy that even to acknowledge it would feel like something close to undergoing a death.

And yet death is what Jesus is in the act of triumphing over.

Here by the rocky shores of the lake, he offers his disciples not death, but life.  In what must surely be one of the most loving, intimate, ordinary lines in Scripture, he tells them: “Come and have breakfast.”  He cooks for them and feeds them the same meal of bread and fish he once fed five thousand people by this same lake, back when he first told the disciples that he himself was the bread of life.  And when the ordinary-yet-sacred meal is over, he turns his attention again to Peter and asks him the same question three times: do you love me?

It’s a threefold undoing of a threefold betrayal.

Gently, insistently, Jesus repeats the question until it reaches the core of Peter’s shame.  Twice Peter tells Jesus, “Lord, you know that I love you.” After the third time, the story tells us, Peter feels pained and blurts out: “Lord, you know everything!”  Indeed, Jesus does know everything—the betrayal, the shame, the love Peter still holds.  He sees Peter inside and out, and looks at him with love instead of condemnation.  And as Peter’s threefold confession of Jesus overcomes his threefold betrayal, Jesus puts him back in the role of faithful disciple with the old, familiar seaside call: Follow me.

So what about you?  And for that matter, what about me? Where are the places of shame in you?  Where are the things that paralyze you, that fill you with fear, and that make you a slave to death?

I know in my life—and I imagine it’s the same for you—that the sources of my greatest shame haven’t always been my worst actions or experiences; but usually they have been my most secret.  Sometimes the things that trap us in shame are things we have done wrong, like Peter.  Sometimes they are things that have been done to us.  Sometimes they are our fault; sometimes not.  What is always true is that the risen Jesus offers us forgiveness for what we have done wrong and healing for whatever traps us.  Just as he does for Peter, he gently but insistently moves to the core of our slavery to death, calls us his faithful disciples, and commissions us to follow him.

Maybe that’s the secret of the “primacy” of Peter.  Not that he’s the first among Christians as a ruler of the church; but that he’s the first model for all of us disciples who come along later, of what it truly means to be healed by the risen Christ, and sent to serve in his name.

I don’t know for certain whether this story happened on the site of that Church of the Primacy, or whether the rock in the chapel is really the Table of the Lord.  But what is certain is that the risen Jesus continues to come to his disciples.  He is here again this very morning to feed us with the bread of life.

It is Easter; our Lenten fast is broken; our sin is forgiven; our shame is healed.  This Table of the Lord is about to be set.

Come, and have breakfast.