Sample from Walk In The Light

Sorry I haven’t posted much lately here. I am crazy busy getting ready for Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writer’s Conference in a couple of weeks.

I have been keeping up with the writing on my other webpage (and Facebook Group). It’s a daily Bible study that takes you through the entire Bible in two years. I post the reading and add a commentary on a verse that stands out to me and encourage discussion, especially on the Facebook Group.

You can find a sample of it below.

It can be found at and at the Facebook Group Walk In The Light Bible Study Group if you are interested in joining.

As far as my normal blog goes, I have two written that need serious editing. If work lightens up, I will try to get that editing done at lunch times over the next couple of weeks.

After Conference (Memorial Day week), look for my content here to pick up again. Thanks for your patience.

May 8, 2023

Monday – Gospels

Reading – John 20-21

Highlight Verse:

“(They still did not understand from Scripture that Jesus had to rise from the dead.) Then the disciples went back to where they were staying.”

John 20:9-10 NIV

They were taught by Jesus Himself. They lived with Him for three years.

And they still didn’t get it.

Immediately following this scene is where Mary encounters Jesus outside the tomb.

She stuck around.

And she encountered Jesus.

Yes, it’s true that the other disciples encountered Jesus later that day and several more times before He ascended. But they had to endure a longer time of uncertainty because they didn’t wait where Jesus was last seen.

There are times of uncertainty in our lives; times when we have no idea what Jesus would want us to do.

We would do well to stay where Jesus was last seen by us.

That could be in fellowship with people we know have close relationships with God.

It always means seeking Him in the Word.

It never means wandering away from the places where we are likely to encounter Him.

In times of uncertainty, do you tend to wander closer to God or away from God?

Who are the people you know who would lead you closer to God?

Peter’s Perspective

It’s been the worst two days of my life.

Now my eyes peeled open to the third day.

The first rays of light teased at the new day – one I wasn’t sure I could endure.

But I had to get up.

The women who had been cooking for us told us last night that they would be going to the tomb to anoint his body.

I feel guilt even recounting it to you now. I should have helped them. But I was numb. If someone didn’t tell me to do something, I didn’t do anything.

I know…

I was alive. My friends were alive and still here with me in this room in the Holy City.

I should be thankful.

I think we were only together because we had no place else to go.

Our whole world fell apart when they killed Jesus!

A week ago, it was so different. Crowds adored and praised him as he entered the city. They hung on his every word.

It was all good until that last meal. Jesus revealed that Judas would betray him – and that I would deny him.

He was right – on both counts.

Judas led a mob to us Thursday night and they took him away.

Friday morning – I can’t bear the thought – I denied I even knew him. It has been my deep shame since the moment I heard the rooster crow that early morning.

I pulled my stiff body off the cushion that Sunday morning and set about helping with breakfast. The bread was already in the oven, my shame compounded by my late rising.

I was about to ask what I needed to do when the ground shook. We all stopped and looked at each other. It was over quickly and we moved on.

I was tasked with cooking some fish – my specialty. We all worked together to try to have a hearty meal ready by the time the women returned.

They returned sooner than expected with a crazy story.

They said Jesus wasn’t there!

John and I high-tailed it to the tomb. He beat me there but I went right on in. There were the burial clothes, neatly folded. No body.

We went back confused.

Was there reason to hope?

Could he be alive?

I dare not believe it.

That evening, we were all gathered in the upper room. We had locked the doors because there were rumors going around the city that we had taken the body.

I gotta say, I was a little more than scared.

I might have been a little grumpy too. I wasn’t the only one. We were all in a very bad place.

Until we weren’t.

No one saw him come in.

He was just there.


At first we jumped in surprise. There was a scream or two. One of them might have been me.

He spoke peace to us.

Peace came like a wave.

Then, such elation came over us that cannot be described.

Our Messiah lives!

Over the next few weeks, he visited us several times, explaining the good news of his death a resurrection.

He even took the time to meet directly with me to forgive my denial of him.

Eventually, he took us up on a mountain where he – I’m not exaggerating here – flew up to heaven.

It wasn’t like the cross. This time we knew He was alive. We knew he was preparing a place for us in heaven. Until then, we had good news to tell everyone.

It’s the news that Jesus paid the price for all our sin. He sacrificed his life to fulfill the requirements of the Law for all. Then, on the third day, he showed his power over death by rising. Now we have power over death by believing and trusting Him.

I, Peter, saw all this. My eyewitness accounts can be found in the Gospels. I can now be found in heaven, thanks to my Jesus.

Photo credit Pisit Heng via Unsplash

I hope you enjoyed this look into the events of that first Easter. I did embellish the story  so it is fiction based on truth. That truth is the Gospel.

It is my hope that you may read this and find that truth yourself.