When Jesus Wept

Chapter 14



The next morning Jesus was up before us all. A fire was crackling not far from the boat. There was fish, roasting on sticks, and warm bread heaped on a stone as we staggered out of the boat.

Boatloads of people began to arrive from Tiberias and across the Sea of Galilee as word got out that Jesus was on the far shore. Others, by the hundreds, came on foot.

Commoners, paid by Temple officials and assigned the task of spying on Jesus, started to question him.

“Rabbi, there was only one boat on the shore, and you did not leave with your disciples. How did you get here?”

All of us who had been on the boat the night before knew the truth of what had happened. We were witnesses that not even a troubled sea could stop Jesus from traveling with us. But we did not speak. We did not dare ask, “How?”

Nor did Jesus answer their question. “There’s no doubt that you came looking for me, not because you witnessed many signs, but because you ate the bread and were filled. Don’t labor for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to everlasting life. The Son of Man will give this freely to you, because God the Father has set his seal upon him.”

Then they asked, “What shall we do, that we may work the works of God?”

Jesus did not hesitate. “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he sent.”

There was a stirring of resentment. I felt it, like the first breeze over the water before the great storm last night.

“What sign will you perform?”

“We want to see a sign so we can believe you.”

“What work will you do?”

A Pharisee chimed in: “Our fathers ate the manna in the desert. It’s written, ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’ ”

Jesus fixed his gaze on that man, who should have known the full meaning of the words written in Torah. “I tell you, Moses didn’t give you bread from heaven. But my Father gives you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”

I knew Jesus was speaking of himself. He was the bread sent down from heaven; Jesus was the bread that gave us life on our journey.

They believed he was speaking of the miracle of multiplying physical bread. “Lord! Give us this bread always!”

Then Jesus stated flatly, “I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never hunger. He who believes in me will never thirst. You’ve seen me … and yet you don’t believe. Everyone the Father gives me will come to me. And the one who comes to me I will never cast out. I’ve come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me. Of everyone the Father has given me, I won’t lose even one. I will raise them up on the last day.”

The questioners began to mutter among themselves, “Who does he think he is? How does he know God’s will?”

“He will raise us up from death on the last day?”

“Who does he think he is?”

Jesus replied, “This is the will of my Father … that everyone who sees me and believes in me may have everlasting life. I will raise him up on the last day.”

The seas of opinion begin to stir. The Pharisees mocked him, and the mocking spread among the crowd.

“Isn’t this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know?”

“He says he is the bread that comes from heaven!”

“Son of Joseph …”

“How can he tell us that he comes down from heaven?”

Jesus let the storm of opposition build and then answered. “No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him.”

I noticed that Jesus was making a particular point when he said for the third time, “And I will raise him up on the last day.”

I pondered his words. Surely Jesus was speaking of the resurrection of those who had died. Yes, I had witnessed the return to life of Jairus’s daughter, but she had not been dead long. She had not been laid in a tomb to decay. How could Jesus raise to life those who were long dead and decayed?

Jesus continued, “It’s written in the Prophets, ‘And they shall all be taught by God.’ That means that everyone who has heard and learned from the Father comes to me. Only I have seen the Father. This is truth … anyone who believes in me has everlasting life.”

A gasp went up at Jesus’ claim that he had seen the Father. Everyone understood the significance of this claim. God the Father was surrounded by a thick cloud called the Cloud of Unknowing. To enter it meant instant annihilation. Only the Angel of the Lord came and went from that cloud—doing the will of God the Father, speaking only the Word of God the Father. Jesus had just told us all that he was the Angel of the Lord … the visible manifestation of the Almighty. Jesus was the one who dwelt within the Cloud of Unknowing and came out to proclaim the Word of the Almighty. There was no mistaking that Jesus clearly told us that he was the Word, the tangible expression of the Word of God. Jesus was the only knowable form of a God so powerful that none in heaven or earth had ever seen him. I believed the miracles of Jesus bore witness to this. How could mere man do the things Jesus did?

I heard them whisper, “Blasphemy!”

Jesus heard it too, but he did not draw back. Instead, he brought the lesson full circle: “I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they’re long dead … I am the living bread which, like manna, came down from heaven. If anyone eats this bread, he’ll live forever. The bread that I give is my body. I give it for the life of the world.”

The storm of the onlookers increased to violent fury. “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?”

Jesus set the keel of truth deep and sailed on into the storm. “Unless you partake of the body of the Messiah and drink the wine of his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For my body is bread from heaven and my blood is wine from heaven …”

A shudder and a howling gale increased among his accusers at his words.

He taught us that life-giving manna provided in the wilderness had come directly from God. A heaven-sent meal giving life to those who partook. Now Jesus had also fed miraculous bread to a multitude.

In a glimmer of recognition, I remembered again the wine at the wedding; extraordinary wine created by Jesus. He called himself the “True Vine.” Like the bread, the miraculous wine that had been offered to us had flowed out from heaven through Jesus.

Jesus nodded at me, acknowledging that I was beginning to understand. “He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me and I in him. As the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so he who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven—not as your fathers ate manna and are dead. He who eats this bread will live forever.”

Many of his followers deserted him that day. I watched them leave, shaking their heads. I remained with the Twelve and a handful of others.

We walked along the shore of Capernaum. “Does this offend you?” Jesus smiled sadly at our inability to grasp the significance of his teaching. “What if you see me ascend where I was before?” He summed up the lesson. “It’s the Spirit who gives life to the flesh, not the other way around. The words I speak to you are spirit, and they are life. But there are some among you who don’t believe.”

I thought I saw a glance at Judas, who walked to the side, almost by himself. I wondered if Judas would leave Jesus as many others had done.

Jesus asked us, “Do you want to go away too?”

Peter answered for those of us who remained, “Lord, who would we go to? You have the words of eternal life. Also, we’ve come to believe … we know … that you are the Messiah, Son of the Living God.”

Jesus walked on a few steps and remarked quietly, “Didn’t I choose you, the Twelve, and one of you is a devil?”1

I did not know then who he was talking about, but a cold chill passed through my heart. How could any one of us close to Jesus still not believe in him?

The season of Passover was upon us. Jesus told us that he would not be going to Jerusalem. He instructed us to go ahead of him. I left Galilee for home.