Sometimes I like to think about the unnamed characters in the Bible, the perspective we don’t get to hear about.

Take, for instance, Zebedee’s wife. I’ve been thinking on this paragraph, where Jesus asks James and John, the sons of Zebedee, to follow him, to be his disciples, to become fishers of men.

“When he had gone a little farther, he saw James son of Zebedee and his brother John in a boat, preparing their nets. Without delay he called them, and they left their father Zebedee in the boat with the hired men and followed him.”

~ Mark 1:19-20

I wonder how his wife responded when Z came home that day, minus her two sons. She probably had dinner waiting for them, she was ready to hear about the day’s profits for the family business, and she learned that her two sons had left to follow Jesus.

I just wonder what she thought.

Did her heart break with the news that they were gone, in an age of no options for long distance communication?

Was she concerned for their family’s financial well being, minus these two strong fishermen?

I wonder if she wished she had more time.

Sometimes sacrifice is a decision.
Sometimes the decision is made for you.

Maybe she was delighted to serve, honored to sacrifice, joyful to know Jesus had called her sons.

Maybe she had some serious questions for her husband.

Maybe she had been praying for some clear direction in her sons’ lives. Maybe this was a beautiful answer.

Some part of her must have been sad, at least a little.

James and John followed Jesus that day.
Their lives were changed,
Jesus changed the lives of others through them,
and their mother let them go that day,
when perhaps she wasn’t expecting to at all.

Sometimes sacrifice is a decision.
Sometimes the decision is made for you.

I don’t know. Just thinking out loud.

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