And there are the disciples.  There is the inner group of chosen ones who companion with Jesus, sharing His bread and bed, and close witnesses of His gracious spirit and unfailing power, with impulsive heady Peter and faithful steady John always nearest by.  What a schooling all this was for them!  And there are other disciples, not of this picked circle, but on most intimate personal terms with the Master, some of them, like thoughtful cautious Nicodemus, like the Bethany group of three, and Mary the Magdalene.  And there is the larger, looser, changing body of disciples, mingling with the crowds, sometimes deserting, but no doubt with many thoughtful devoted ones among them.  These are the leading persons figuring in John’s story, grouped about the person of Jesus.

But these are simply interesting incidentals giving local colouring to John’s story.  We pass by them quickly now to a few things that take great hold of one’s heart, that stand out biggest, and give the real action of life to the story.

Tapestry Threads.

As we unravel the fabric of John’s Gospel there are three threads that stand out by reason of the distinctness of their colours.  There’s a thread of clear decided blue.  There’s a dark ugly black thread that gets blacker as it weaves itself farther in.  And then there’s a bright yellow glory-colour thread that shines with brighter lustre as the black gets blacker.

Trace the blue first, the thread of a simple glad acceptance of Jesus, and trust in Him.  It deepens in its fine shading of blue as you follow it, true blue, the colour true hearts wear.  From the very first Jesus is accepted by some, by many.  And this continues steadily through to the very last.  Some doors open at once to Him.  Then under the influence of His presence and gentle resistless power they open wide, and then wider.

It is fascinating to trace the simply told story of growing faith, until one’s own faith gets clearer and steadier and has more warm glow to it.  To adapt Tennyson’s fine lines, as knowledge grows from more to more there dwells in us more of the deep tender reverence of love, until all the powers of mind and spirit chord into one symphony of unending music.  And the wheels of our common life move always to its rhythmic swing.

See how the crowds crowd to Jesus, and open up to the appeal of His words and acts and presence.  Many of the pilgrim crowds of that first Passover believe, impressed by Jesus’ spirit of helpfulness and His unusual power.[47] And the Galileans among them give Him warm welcome as He comes up into their country.[48] It is a great multitude that follows eagerly up on the east coast of the Galilean sea, hail Him as the long-expected prophet of their nation, talk of plans for making Him their King, and earnestly cry out, “Lord, evermore give us this (true) bread."[49]