Simon was in control of the boat. He was the oldest, and besides it was his boat. He had sailed the waters so often, and usually at night because that is when most of the fishing took place. The disciples pushed away from the shore, a shore still crowded with the village people. The sun had set but still cast a warm, red glow over the hillside, over the men, women and children who had come to hear Jesus and to be healed. The sun's glow worked out upon the gently moving sea. It may have been John, the youngster, who was last into the boat. His push was the final one freeing it from the gravel along the shore.

Soon a small sail was raised. Soon the noise of the crowd was gone. Soon the rocking sea quieted the men and allowed their Master to dip his head in sleep. Soon the glow of the sun wa…