Philip's story

After John 12:20-28

So they came to me,

thinking I was Greek,

like them, because my name

was Greek, like theirs,

and they knew that names

are not given lightly but

are given to mean something,

signify something, a trait, a hope,

a promise, a remembrance.

They asked me to see him.

I wasn’t sure what to say,

I wasn’t certain how to respond,

So I told Andrew, brother

to the rock, fisherman,

brother disciple. Andrew nodded

and walked with me

to tell him that the Greeks

wanted to meet him.

And he smiled.