jesus and the twelve had made the 25 mile trek off the shores of the sea of galilee, and stopped to rest outside the district of caesarea. they sat along the fallen rocks on the side of the dust-filled road, their cloaks musty with the sweat of travel.
amidst their discussion and reminiscing of the miraculous discovery of the bushelfuls filled with bread to feed the crowds in previous towns, hunger had crept in. lucky for them, the sons of zebedee had purchased an ample supply of figs for the journey.
sitting in a circle under the nearly setting sun, they ate and laughed together.
jesus, always one to turn the discussion toward something significant, asked his disciples ::
‘who do people say i am?‘