I had walked onto the tiny balcony before going to bed and though I tried, I could not see it. But after sleeping a couple of hours and again looking, I saw that directly in my line of vision was a splendid body of water: The Sea of Galilee. The early morning sun slanted over the broad watery surface, a long arm of sheen shimmering in the gossamer fog, and I called Jerry to come look, and I called Steve to thank him for arranging our room with such a view.
Caesar was the name of the hotel, its dining room was large and beautiful, featuring a great buffet for our breakfast. Freshly baked bread was mounded near one end of the food presentation, close to the coffee bar where we chose Americano style, which was strong and delicious. Lots of fruit, several varieties of eggs, cereal, pancakes . . . After selecting our food, we seated ourselves on a large veranda overlooking the sea, ate the food, visited with our friends and family, were introduced to some who would become new friends . . .and reveled in the understanding that we were gazing at the body of water where Jesus and his men sailed, where they tangled around with nets, and where Peter took a sea course in walking; where lessons were taught and where storms were conquered.
In a line we walked down to board our boat. We sang. We prayed. We viewed the city of Tiberias sketched against the sky. I tried to take it in, but found it hard: Jesus, a human being, my Savior, my redeemer did as we are doing, heard the same sounds, felt the sway of the boat, and watched as fishers cast out their net.
Before nightfall, we ate “Peter’s Fish” on a wide sprawling lawn that led down to the sea, traveled to Caesarea, and into the icy water that flows from Mount Hermon and that eventually contributes to the Jordan River, I dipped a foot.