Showing posts with label fishers of men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fishers of men. Show all posts

Monday, June 25, 2012

Put Out Into the Deep


My parents lived through the Great Depression and it changed them forever. I’m sure that’s why their plans for me centered on a stable and lucrative career. They expected me to get a degree in accounting and then go on to law school. “You can write your own ticket,” I was told.

But Someone else was writing my ticket. I became a Christian, and, much to my mother’s dismay, I got a degree in religion, and went on to seminary. I became a church planter and a pastor, neither of which could be described as financially stable or lucrative.

When we follow Christ, the Lord leads us into adventures we could never have imagined before we met Him. Sometimes those adventures don’t make a great deal of sense to us, or to the people around us, at the time.

For example, remember the story in Luke 5 of the great catch of fish? Jesus told Peter “Put out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch” (Luke 5:4).

Peter and his partners had been up all night fishing. Despite their skills as professional fishermen, they came back to shore empty-handed. They beached their boats and began the tedious task of washing, repairing, drying, and folding the huge dragnets that were the tools of their trade.

So when Jesus, a carpenter by trade, told them to “put out into the deep,” it really made no sense. But, out of respect for Christ, Peter said, “Master, we toiled all night and took nothing! But at your word I will let down the nets” (v. 5).

Well, you know the rest. It was the largest catch of fish anyone had ever seen. It was a net-tearing, boat-sinking, mind-blowing, paradigm-shifting catch of fish. Turns out that Jesus, who made the water, the fish, and the fishermen, had a plan that included more than business as usual.

I love the Savior, and admire His sense of adventure. When He says, “put out into the deep,” He’s got something special planned.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Fishers of Men

My first real attempt at telling a stranger about Jesus Christ was terrifying. It was the first week of my freshman year of college. Newly arrived from my rural home in Western Colorado, I was still getting a feel for the big city and a big campus.

The day I arrived in Denver, I called my mom from a phone booth near my dorm to tell her I got in safely. As I hung up, I noticed a small poster taped in the booth. Underneath a profile sketch of Christ were the words, “Wanted: Jesus Christ,” and a phone number. I called the number, found out there was an active Christian fellowship at the University of Denver, and said I was interested.

Within a couple days the campus minister, a tall man in his 30's, met me in the lounge of my dorm. After very little chit-chat, just enough to ascertain that I was a new Christian, he suddenly stood up, motioned me to follow, and said, “Hey, come over here and share your testimony with the Jehovah Witness janitor I just met!”

I don’t know remember what incoherency tumbled out of my mouth, but I’d hate to think the poor janitor’s eternal destiny depended on it.