Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Put the boat into deep water, and put your nets in the water to catch some fish.
I’ve worked hard all night to catch some fish. I did my level best. The rowing was hard, and slinging those heavy nets wasn’t easy either, but I cast and cast all night long without success. I moved my boat to different spots that other fishermen recommended and tried again. Nothing. Still, I kept fishing.
The sky grayed and the stars began to fade. So I threw the nets harder, farther, and dragged them in as fast as I could, again and again, ignoring the ache in my back and shoulders. Every single time, they came up empty. The last star winked out.
My miracle never came.
I’ve packed it in. My nets are washed.
Fishing time is over and the sun is high in the sky. If nothing was there when the conditions were prime, how can I have faith of anything being there now? But you say to put the nets in the water, so I will.
When the fishermen did what Jesus told them, they caught so many fish the nets began to break.
(c) 2010 Donna Stone Labels: faith