“As He was walking by the sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and his brother Andrew, casting a net into the sea; they were fishermen. He said to them, ‘Come after me, and I will make you fishers of men.’ And at once they left their nets and followed him.” Matthew 4:18-20
Two nights ago, despite our reluctance my son and I went fishing with my husband. It was a weekend and here, it is a way of life for families to go out and spend time together. I wished my daughter, who is now in college in the University of the Philippines was with us.
It was my son’s first time to go fishing so I tried to show as much enthusiasm as I could knowing how boring it could get. My son kept asking me why fish when we could buy them in the market, for which I didn’t had an answer.
It went on as expected; just boring . My husband did all the fishing, and we did all the watching.
But the night took a turn when we noticed the water level going up slowly. We had to move back towards the shore around five times already. I was already sleepy, and if I didn’t do anything other than listen to the enchanting waves of the sea, I would definitely fall asleep. So I finally gave it a try.
There it was. A fish at the other end of the line. I was so excited. Like a child, I was jumping and even clapping.
So this was how it felt. It was followed by one more, and then another. Those moments completely changed my perception about fishing, fish and fishermen.
My catch reminded me of the miracle of the 5 loaves of bread and 2 fishes which fed thousands who were hungry. The Lord led the fishes to my bait.
This also reminds me of the value of sharing, the virtue of patience and the importance of family sticking together through the high tides and low tides of life.
Isn’t it amazing that Jesus chose fishermen to be His first apostles? Maybe this is the call for us too- to help fish for souls who are drowning and needed a line to yank them up.
Now’s the time we get to choose. Be the fish? Or the fisherman?