I don’t know what Nathanael saw in Jesus, but I envy his vision—the ability to see the truth in people and events, the ability to see more than meets the eye.
They are stunned, these friends of Jesus. Gobsmacked. Flummoxed. They have been walking with the resurrected god-man Jesus, and now he’s gone.
This expectant waiting is altogether different from the typical sort of waiting, wondering and worrying about whether our plans will succeed or fail, whether the game will be won or lost, or whether or not our efforts will be rewarded.
He wears the waiter’s apron and even washes their feet to help them get the idea that he is their servant. But he is a different kind of servant. He is still their Lord.