The Smell of Burning Coals

One morning, my husband came down the hall with a vaguely familiar aroma wafting in his wake – an aroma that took me back many decades. I asked him, “WHAT are you wearing?” And he told me, “I saw some Old Spice on sale, and I bought a bottle of it – what do you think?” To which I replied, “You smell like my grandfather!” Some smells bring back memories of people or places. And I think that might have happened to Peter on this day that John is recording for us.
The header for the beginning portion of John 21 in my Bible is “Breakfast by the Sea” – but I decided to temporarily rename it “The Smell of Burning Coals” – because I imagine that’s one of the first things Peter noticed about this day.
Peter and his friends had gone back to fishing, since they did not yet have their commission from Jesus – and Peter might have believed that Jesus no longer had a purpose for him. While they were fishing, they heard a voice calling out from the shore. (It was Jesus, and John was the first to quickly figure that out.) As soon as Peter heard that it was the Lord, he put on his outer garment, dove into the sea and swam quickly to the shore – where he saw Jesus cooking fish and bread over a charcoal fire.
The smell of those burning coals must surely have been a reminder of the night not that long ago when Peter, warming himself by the fire in the courtyard of the high priest, denied that he knew Jesus – not just once, but three times. He no doubt wished he could stay away from charcoal fires, because they would forever be a reminder of his denial of Jesus.
However, on this day, something was going to change. That same smell would become a new memory – a new reminder – a memory of the time when Jesus would forgive Peter not once, but three times – and restore him to his purpose.
I hope you too have a memory of the time when you fully realized that Jesus had forgiven you – completely – not once, but many times over. Cherish that memory and fully embrace the joy of being forgiven – and then let the rest of your life be a big thank you note for His grace.
By Judy Shrout









