After the study, the students drifted down toward the Sea of Galilee.
They found flat stones. Soon, they were skipping rocks. They shouted out numbers and competed. They laughed like boys who didn’t know the weight of things yet.

I sat just around taking in the moment.

One of them sent a rock dancing across the water –eight skips, maybe more.
He laughed and shouted “Oh! and no one saw it!” 

but I did.

I thought: one day, these boys will be men.
With disappointments. With responsibility.
But maybe this moment will stay with them — the lightness of it, the water where Jesus walked and spoke to the waves, the way it felt to just believe.

Maybe the disciples had a moment like this.
Before they were apostles. Before they suffered. Before the cross.
Just men, skipping rocks with Jesus by the water.