Enigma. Cracking word. Sounds English, but who decided to follow the ‘g’ with an ‘m?’ Almost as weird as putting an ‘n’ after a ‘d.’ But it works – an awkward word for an awkward thing.
I was thinking what Peter must have made of Jesus – and which Jesus was the real one? The one who said to him ‘Get behind me, Satan’ or the one who said ‘You are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church.’ The one who sent them out in pairs, empty handed, to heal, preach and return rejoicing that the demons fled from them; or the one who caught his eye after the cock had crowed the third time. Or the one who invited him onto the water, and both caught and chastised him when he started sinking?
Towards the end of the 6th chapter of John, we read that many of his followers threw in the towel after his argument with the religious, where he told them that his flesh and blood were indeed food and drink, and that you had to consume them. He turns to Peter and asks him if he’s packing his bags too.
“Where am I going to go?” he says, truthfully and befuddled, “you have the words of eternal life.”
There is but one Jesus, and the facets all belong to the one who loves us and gave himself for us, the one who holds out eternal life to anyone who takes his hand.