(One of my fave Bible stories and my imagination combined.)
Jesus in prayer, quiet and still. I was there and hardly moved. I felt something there, in the air…and then Jesus asked in a different tone, who do the crowds say that I am? I heard them reply, they think you are John or maybe Elijah or one of the other prophets of old…
Jesus in prayer, quiet and still, he thought for a moment and hardly stirred. Then he said, but what about you? Who do you say that I am? What do you think? You’re here with me and they are not…and his voice trailed off. Simon, son of Jonah, looked him in the eye, kind of surprised and said, you are the Christ, the Son of God, why do you ask? Have I done something wrong?
Peace be still, Jesus said with a grin. God has revealed this to you, my friend. I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church and give you the keys to heaven…but please don’t tell that I am the Christ, it will be revealed in due time.