There are moments in Scripture where the world seems to hold its breath. Moments where the sky feels thin, the ground feels holy, and the human heart feels seen. John 21 is one of those moments. It is a chapter not written with thunder, but with whisper. Not wrapped in spectacle, but in softness. Not shaped by power, but by love so tender that strength becomes indistinguishable from mercy. It is the moment when a resurrected Savior steps into the quiet despair of a disciple