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They never understood it
in the first place.
Peter, please,
what do you say to this?
There was a beginning
to all this.
How did we get here?
How did this start
for each of us?
There was no plan for this.
Did he care about the law?
Did he care
about traditions?
Did he say that love
is the greatest law?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't have the answers.
I don't have the answers
for Pontus.
I don't have the answers
for Jerusalem.
And I...
I don't have answers
for any of us.
Peter, we love you.
We are brothers in this.
We will wait on you,
but we need you to lead us.
If we don't deal
with this now,
then anyone
with a charismatic smile
and carefully plotted out words
can distract their own crowds
for personal gain.
It will only be
the very beginning
to the troubles with our church.
How did this start
for each of us?
That is precisely
why he chose you.
We will wait on you.
There was a beginning
to all this.
- But we need you to lead us.
- I see him in her.
Peter, where did we lose you?
You must give us the answers.
Peter...
Do you still
speak with the Lord?
Mary, what are you
doing out of bed?
Sit, my son. Sit.
The bed won't save me.
My time is coming.
We didn't mean
to wake you.
Is it much the same heard
in Pontus these days?
In Pontus, in Jerusalem,
everywhere we go.
Now do you see?
We're lost.
Do you think the Lord
has left you?
Peter,
he has gone away
so we will find him.
He has gone away
so we will seek him.
I don't understand.
I remember him
as a boy in temple.
For three days,
my heart was broken,
for I thought I had
lost him forever.
It was as if I had lost
a piece of my own soul.
But when he was found,
he had been speaking amongst
scholars and rabbis.
He had not been lost.
He had gone
to his Father's house,
and he knew and expected me
to find him there.
Listen.
In the stillness,
in the silence,
he calls me once more
to his Father's house.
But where does he
call you?
Peter, when you
are still...
Where does he call you?
To the sea.
He calls me to the sea.
Master,
we have worked hard
all night,
and we haven't caught
anything,
but because you say so,
I will let down the nets.
Go away from me, Lord.
I am a sinful man.
Yes, Lord.
You know that I love you.
Lord, you know
that I love you.
Lord, you know all things.
You know that I love you.
You doubt yourself
these days, my son.
You ask yourself if you have
what it takes to lead the way.
The answer is no,
you do not.
But you are not leading,
are you?
You are following.
He has already gone
before you.
The path has already
been set.
Follow it.
Seek him in all things,
and failure
will be impossible.
Take it.
It's time.
I did not want you all
to go through the trouble
of being here
at this late hour.
But now,
seeing all your faces
has brought me
great joy.
Perhaps you will entertain
the little wisdom
I have to offer.
I have been remembering
the first moment
I encountered him.
I've been remembering
the first moment
I heard the angel's word.
Even after the angel
spoke to me,
I was deeply disturbed,
for how could this be?
But in my heart,
I had already heard
the answer.
Nothing is impossible
with God.
I remember feeling more alive
than I ever had before.
It was as if every day
before that day,
I had been living
in some sort of a half life.
I can still feel
the sun on my face
from that day...
The smell of the trees,
the dirt surrounding me.
The sound of the birds
still sings in my head.
Everything about the world
changed on that day.
I have remembered that day
every day.
But have you forgotten,
my children?
Have you forgotten
the first time
you felt his gaze?
Do you not keep that moment
in your heart?
Do you not treasure it
every day?
You cannot let
the weight of this world
outshine the light
that you carry within.
For nine month,
his heart beat with mine.
My own flesh and blood,
everything of him in me
and me in him.
You were not there
the night that he was born.
The whole world
for all eternity
was waiting for that moment.
Perhaps you do not believe
that he exists in you
in this same way.
When you said yes to Christ,
you brought him forth
in your heart into the world,
your heart beating with his
for eternity.
Do you think
your doubts and fears
are unique to you today?
They are not.
The question is not
whether we will struggle.
We will struggle greatly.
The question is,
to whom do we look to
in the struggle?
When he took the bread
into his hands,
giving himself
to all of humanity,
those hands
were worn-down hands
by splintered wood
day after day.
Those were the same hands
that feebly searched
for its mother's breast,
same as you all did
in the blindness
of your first days.
Those were the hands
that laid upon the sick
to heal,
that raised the dead.
He gave himself
from beginning to end,
through trampled dust
and scores of blood.
But remember this.
If our heart
beats with the Lord's,
then those same hands
are our hands.
That same flesh and blood
is our flesh and blood.
The suffering
that Christ suffered
is our suffering.
Oh, my children,
you know how much
I suffered.
When I fled to Egypt
with this tiny child
and Joseph,
do you know the sadness
that still occupies
till this very day
a corner of my heart
for all those children
that were killed
as Herod sought
to stop the prophecy?
Be thankful
you were not present
when the crying and laughter
of children went silent
and was replaced
by only the mournful wails
of heartbroken mothers.
We will suffer
as we walk with the Lord.
That is one thing
I know for sure.
My children,
you have already suffered
with him.
Do you remember
how your fears and doubts
were confirmed
when you saw him on the cross,
when you saw him die?
I saw myself die in that moment
with my son.
Do you understand
that from the moment
I looked upon his body
in that tiny cave
in Bethlehem
that I had been following
behind him
all the way to the end
marked with blood and death?
When the stone was rolled
in front of the tomb,
our world torn down
by confusion and doubts
so great,
you hid in the darkness,
longing for it to be
the end of your life...
We still had dust
on our sandals
and on our clothes
from the road
where they flung him down.
Angry shout of the crowd
flooded our ears.
We still had the smell of blood
in our nostrils,
pouring out of his head,
his feet, his hands.
And yet,
three days later,
Mary Magdalene,
inconsolable,
longing to see him once more,
found the empty tomb,
and all things were made new.
Never again
did the sun rise
in the same way.
Never again did you hear a song
with the same meaning.
Our eyes and ears
have been removed
and replaced by the sight
and hearing of the Lord.
That is the hope and life
we found in Christ risen.
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