every night ends with a sunrise

“I’m going out to fish,” said Simon Peter. The others looked at each other hopelessly. “Well we’ll come with you,” they replied. After all, what else was there to do?

All night, out on the lake they worked. They threw nets, they hauled in, they pulled, they watched, and they moved, but the inky waters of Galilee gave them nothing in return. What, they must have wondered, had it all been for? 

It’s sometimes hard to remember that they didn’t know the end of the story. Jesus had died, he was gone, crucified and buried, and everything he’d told them suddenly seemed so hopeless. It was all over, and they couldn’t even go back to fishing it seemed!

We too sometimes get caught up in our own situations without realising that our stories aren’t over. Things can look pretty dire, hopeless and done. And yet, there’s often another chapter. Every night ends with a sunrise. Are there things God said to you that now look impossible? Was there a hope you’ve lost?

As the sun burst over the hills and the dark waters were painted silver, a voice called out to them, inviting them to a miracle, to a new day, to a breakfast that changed the world. Jesus is risen. And He always brings hope with him.