{"id":1950,"date":"2012-02-21T12:29:56","date_gmt":"2012-02-21T20:29:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/?p=1950"},"modified":"2012-02-21T12:29:56","modified_gmt":"2012-02-21T20:29:56","slug":"jesus-after-breakfast","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/2012\/02\/21\/jesus-after-breakfast\/","title":{"rendered":"Jesus After Breakfast"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6><a href=\"http:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/painting\/Netting_the_Night\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1969\" title=\"Netting-the-Night-bs\" src=\"http:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/Netting-the-Night-bs.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"115\" height=\"211\" \/><\/a><\/h6>\n<h6><em>Netting the Night<\/em> (detail), painted last year as one of a series with no reference to this psalm. But it fits, don&#8217;t you think? Click for larger view, and again for larger yet.)<\/h6>\n<p><strong>I said there would be psalms (see blog description at right). When I read the following in public somebody labeled it a psalm. &#8220;It&#8217;s an inner reflection, it&#8217;s a talking to God, it&#8217;s a psalm,&#8221; she said. My sketchbooks are full of them. This one is<\/strong><strong>\u00a0taken from the Peter and Jesus dialogue at the end of the book of John.\u00a0<\/strong><strong>I&#8217;ll use the pattern of some Bibles and put the Jesus quotes in red. Oh, and o<\/strong><strong>ne thing you&#8217;ll need to know, there are now five of us in a line named &#8220;Hyatt;&#8221; I&#8217;m the third.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><strong>Let me know if you can relate.<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So Jesus turns to me after breakfast and says<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Hyatt, do you love me more than these?<\/span><br \/>\nTaken a bit aback I answer<br \/>\nMe? More than these? What These ham and eggs?<br \/>\nBut he says nothing back, knowing I\u2019m a smart ass<br \/>\nAnd a bit too familiar in my ways with him<br \/>\nAt least at times.<br \/>\nSo I\u2019m thinking, What does he mean?<br \/>\nMore than these others around?<br \/>\nWho knows if I do?<br \/>\nIt depends in part on how much they do.<br \/>\nDoes he mean, These surroundings?<br \/>\nThis house we\u2019ve put so much into?<br \/>\nThese artifacts of our lives, our travels, our interests?<br \/>\nOr how about these paintings<br \/>\nThat I love to show<br \/>\nAnd display what I love to do?<br \/>\nBut there\u2019s no comparison and he knows it.<\/p>\n<p>Still, the question hangs in the air,<br \/>\nDoes he mean these fish? The latest big haul?<br \/>\nMy biggest commission yet to come?<br \/>\nDo I love him more than these?<br \/>\nOf course I do\u2014and he knows.<\/p>\n<p>So I says\u2026knowing it\u2019s safe, and true<br \/>\n(however he means it)<br \/>\nOf course I do, you know I do.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Clean up your life,<\/span>\u00a0he says,<br \/>\nand I don\u2019t know what to say after that.<\/p>\n<p>So he breaks the silence and says:<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Hyatt, son of Hyatt, son of Hyatt,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\"> Do you truly love me?<\/span><br \/>\nAnd I have to think, Why is he asking me again?<br \/>\nAnd why in that way?<br \/>\nDidn\u2019t my Yes mean Yes?<br \/>\nAm I holding something back?<br \/>\nMaybe something I don\u2019t even know but he does?<br \/>\nStill, the answer\u2019s the same . . . or wants to be.<br \/>\nYes, Lord, I truly love you.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Feed my sheep,<\/span>\u00a0he says.<\/p>\n<p>And I say, in my mind, not out loud, What sheep?<br \/>\nAnd how?<br \/>\nAnd he says, in his mind, not out loud, but I hear it:<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">You know who, and you\u2019ll know how.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>But again, I\u2019m silenced<br \/>\nNot sure I love him that much . . .<br \/>\nBut don\u2019t want to even think that<br \/>\nBecause he\u2019ll read the thought<br \/>\nAnd has already, long before I thought it.<br \/>\nSo all I can do is remain still<br \/>\nAnd hope he does not ask again.<\/p>\n<p>Then:<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Hyatt, father of Hyatt, father of Hyatt,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Do you love me?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>And I exasperate\u2026<br \/>\nDo I? Do I?<br \/>\nI would have said Yes, a thousand times Yes,<br \/>\nBut he\u2019s not leaving me be<br \/>\nHe\u2019s not leaving enough enough.<br \/>\nSo I waffle, prevaricate . . .<br \/>\nNever wanting to answer No<br \/>\nHating that my Yes is slow<br \/>\nBut I know myself . . .<br \/>\nMore cock-crow denials may well be ahead<br \/>\nAnd all the more if I boast now<br \/>\nIt\u2019s a fool that opens his mouth too early<br \/>\nBut a coward who opens it not at all.<\/p>\n<p>So I\u2019m left with this one,<br \/>\nThe question I answered Yes to twice<br \/>\nBut the third one\u2014or third time\u2014more penetrating<br \/>\nAnd I have to think.<br \/>\nThe thought occurs to stall and say,<br \/>\nExcuse me, Lord, I\u2019ll have to pray about this one.<br \/>\nBut that\u2019s absurd,<br \/>\nThe whole thing\u2019s a prayer.<\/p>\n<p>So maybe I\u2019ll leave it<br \/>\nOpen ended<br \/>\nAnd start each day<br \/>\nWith that third-time question<br \/>\nLooking for that day\u2019s response<br \/>\nLike,<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Hyatt, do you love me today?<\/span><br \/>\nthen show with my life,<br \/>\nand reveal to Him<br \/>\nand myself<br \/>\nthe answer.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>____________________________<\/p>\n<p>If you missed the sermon this was part of, you can find it <a href=\"http:\/\/www.capobeachcalvary.com\/resources\/video.aspx?rscID=416\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Still in Toledo, Oregon.<\/p>\n<p>Next:<em>\u00a0A bit about beauty<\/em>. Coming Friday.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey fellow fishers, here&#8217;s one, very personal, you might relate to . . . or at least appreciate. It&#8217;s the poem from last post&#8217;s &#8220;love&#8221; talk, and on that subject.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1950"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1950"}],"version-history":[{"count":27,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2284,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1950\/revisions\/2284"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}