I suppose . . .

John 21:25 ~ "Jesus did many other things as well.  If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written."

John ~ the disciple whom Jesus loved.

What would it be?  Could you imagine?  To lay upon His chest, to feel the rhythmic beat of the heart of God.  To feel the flesh that encases the Word that spoke the expanse into existence.  To lay ear to the literal heart of God.  What would that be?

I can not imagine.

But, this one whom was so greatly loved, he did just that.  John, the beloved one ~

     he laid his weary head upon His chest,
      he lounged upon Jesus' breast,
     for he rightly knew his own deep need for rest.

And he was the one whom Jesus much loved for he knew where to secure his eternal rest and as weary child this grown man laid a tired head upon this chest.  And Jesus felt much love for this weary child hiding in the hulk and the bulk of that man skin that regardless of size still aches and quakes for his Father.

So, tired child laid weary head and took no thought or concern for what was being said. 

And he was much loved, much loved.

And the one that laid human ear to heavenly heart, what did he hear?

I suppose . . .
  the wonderful tales are too many to every be told,
     and the magnificent stories this world could never hold,
 
And now, I too suppose . . .
  that His tales will surely be told,
     as His majesty unfolds,
  and maybe this world can not hold,
     but surely the heavens have told,
  for His glory makes them so bold . . .

And the books of His tales will line the shelves of His heaven and maybe one day the beloved will walk with me and talk with me and tell me, "of the time when Jesus . . . and then that book over there, well that is . . . and this is one of my favorites . . . and oh, over there . . . "

And I suppose . . .
   
     becomes what I know . . .

       and I race home towards that which I know.


(John 21 and John 13)