But I haven’t seen Jesus hanging around.
Isn’t He supposed to be with us?
I was kind of hoping He’d send some fish along while we’re out in all that water.
Okay, I’ll stop swimming long enough to listen.
But only if the story’s short.
Jesus said to the disciples, “You will receive Power when the Holy Spirit comes on you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.
Oh, maybe I’m still waiting for the Holy Spirit.
Then I’ll see some fish.
After Jesus said this, He was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid Him from their sight.
Now that’s freaky.
Maybe Jesus is going to send fish raining down.
I am listening.
The disciples were looking intently up into the sky as Jesus was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them.
Hey wait a minute.
I wanted fish, not people.
Those two men better give me loves at least.
Okay, I’ll listen.
“Men of Galilee,” the men in white said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky?”
Are those men dumb or what?
Oh, maybe they didn’t see Jesus going into the sky.
The men continued, “This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen Him go into heaven.”
Oh, now I get it.
Jesus is with us, but He’s in heaven, but He’s coming back.
Where’s Jesus now?
This is too much for me to think about.
Where’s the fish?