By Pastor Tracey Leslie
Scripture: John 21:1-14
Alright, full disclosure. I am not a fisherman. Last week, my sermon involved bread baking. I am very at home in the kitchen. Cooking is a creative outlet for me. But, from my earliest memories, fishing has been dreadfully dull and monotonous. It requires a lot of patience; and a lot of sitting still… something I’m not very good at. I actually fished quite a lot as a child because my dad was a fisherman and I loved to be with my dad. So, I fished with him… but it wasn’t really about the fishing.
I remember one occasion when we’d been fishing for what seemed like an eternity with nothing to show for it. I was probably around eight and getting so fidgety and restless. Finally, there was a little tug on my rod. I reeled a little crappie to shore. If you know anything about crappies, they are very social fish and live in schools. So my dad encouraged me, “they’ll be more. These fish swim in schools.” Yet, more time ticked by with no further action until in exasperation I said to my dad, “I think my fish was cutting class.”
My frustration could not have held a candle to what Peter and his fishing buddies must have been feeling after having fished all night and catching nothing.
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