If there’s one thing that Peter couldn’t abide, it was being stuck on a boat when Jesus was suddenly nearby.
Once, when Jesus surprised them by walking out on the water, Peter accepted the dare to walk out to him, took a few steps, then sank.
Later, after Jesus had risen from the dead and appeared on the shore, Peter dropped his fishing net, dove in, left his friends to row the boat with the giant haul of fish, and swam to shore.
Peter wasn’t afraid to get wet if it meant getting closer to Jesus faster than everyone else.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m overly concerned with my own comfort, or with being responsible, or with what others will think of me. Maybe I play it too cool. Maybe I could use some of Peter’s eagerness.
