Fishing for People

It's Not About the Fish

Luke 5:1-11

Once while Jesus was standing beside the lake of Gennesaret, and the crowd was pressing in on him to hear the word of God, he saw two boats there at the shore of the lake; the fishermen had gone out of them and were washing their nets.

He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little way from the shore. Then he sat down and taught the crowds from the boat. When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, ‘Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch.’

Simon answered, ‘Master, we have worked all night long but have caught nothing. Yet if you say so, I will let down the nets.’ When they had done this, they caught so many fish that their nets were beginning to break.

So they signaled to their partners in the other boat to come and help them. And they came and filled both boats, so that they began to sink.

But when Simon Peter saw it, he fell down at Jesus’ knees, saying, ‘Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!’ For he and all who were with him were amazed at the catch of fish that they had taken; and so also were James and John, sons of Zebedee, who were partners with Simon. Then Jesus said to Simon, ‘Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people.’ When they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.


My dad was a car salesman when I was growing up. He worked an odd schedule: 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. one day and 2 p.m. to 8 p.m. the next. One summer when I was about seven, he bought a little jon boat with an old motor.

On the days he didn’t have to go in until the afternoon, my dad, my brother, and I would strap the boat in the bed of the truck and head to Shadyside Lake for the morning. It was always a competition to see who would catch the most fish.

My dad usually came in last, though he’d tell you it was because I didn’t like taking my fish off the hook. It didn’t matter anyway because Chad always seemed to outcatch us. But our time fishing was never really about how many fish we caught.

We fished for sport, of course—just time for a father and his sons to be together, like every father wants. But for Simon Peter and the others, fishing was their job, their livelihood, a central part of their identity.

Their boat would have been one of, if not the most, important things they owned. So I wonder if Simon hesitated when Jesus asked him to put it out a little way from the shore so he could preach to the crowd pressing in on him. Whatever the case, Jesus went out on the lake, sat down, and preached.

When it was over, I’m sure Simon was ready to shake Jesus’ hand and say, “Great sermon today, Rabbi. Thank you very much. Let’s get you back to shore.” But that’s not what Jesus wanted. No, Jesus said, “Let’s go back out. I want to fish. I know where you should go.”

Do you think that’s what Simon really wanted to do? He had been out all night away from his family. He still had to wash the nets, and to make matters worse, he had caught nothing. No fish meant no money. No money meant all sorts of questions—how would he feed his family or buy the necessary supplies to keep his business afloat? So Simon responded, “Master, we were at this all night and caught nothing.” In other words: Jesus, take it from me—there's nothing out there.

I wonder how many times Simon rowed his boat ashore with empty nets. This likely wasn’t the first time. And think for a moment how hard that must have been—how it would leave Simon feeling. This was the thing he was supposed to be an expert in, the thing he’d done all his life. Like me, he spent many days fishing with his dad. So I imagine each time he spent all night on that boat and caught nothing, his inner critic was loud:

“You’re not a good fisherman, which means you’re not a good provider or husband. You don’t really know what you’re doing. You’re incompetent. You fail at this just like you do everything else.”

I have no doubt that voice left him feeling like he wasn’t good enough, smart enough, or rich enough. What he felt was despair. And when you feel that way, the last thing you want to do is go back out and try again.

Surely you know what that’s like—not for your nets to be empty, but to fail at the very thing you’re supposed to be good at. Or for your expertise to let you down. I have to believe you are no stranger to that inner critic telling you that you are not good enough, smart enough, or rich enough. If you are anything like me, you hear it nearly every night, saying you didn’t do enough today. You should have done more or done it better—because if you had, maybe people would see your worth. Maybe God would too.

Maybe your inner critic replays each encounter you had throughout the day, making you question what you said or did. Or perhaps it reminds you of all the mistakes you’ve made and why you aren’t worthy of love or joy.

How do we not fall into despair and self-doubt when we hear this?

But then Simon changes his mind and says to Jesus, “Yet if you say so.” Those five words are what being a follower of Jesus is all about. I’m not sure about this, God, but I’ll give it a go. I’ve got my doubts—about this and about myself—yet I trust you. I really don’t want to do this, Jesus, yet if you say so.

Simon says those five words and does as Jesus says. You know the story from there: the disciples catch a whole school of fish, and their nets begin to tear. So they call over their partners to bring another boat. Once help arrives, both boats are swimming in so many fish that they begin to sink. Now, it would be easy to get caught up in the fish, to think they are the most important, most miraculous part of this story. We could even twist this story to mean that if I am obedient to Jesus—if I just do what God says—then I too will get a miracle.

You likely don’t want a literal boatload of fish, yet you might hope for some miracle of abundance.

But don’t focus on the fish; that’s not the point of the story. If we do, we miss the most miraculous part—namely, that the Savior of the world is on board with them. The fish simply point to what’s most important: sitting beside them on their little boat is God in the flesh!

Everyone who saw the catch was amazed, but it is Simon who realizes what it means. So he turns to Jesus and says, “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man.” In other words: I am not worthy for you to be on my boat. I’m not worthy because I doubted you. I’m not worthy because I’m just a fisherman, and not a good one at that. If you only knew me and my sin, if you heard my inner critic, then you too, Jesus, would know I’m not worthy.

But that’s exactly why Jesus got into the boat. He didn’t get on that boat because Simon had earned it. Clearly, it wasn’t Simon’s fantastic fishing skills that lured Jesus. If anything, it was the opposite. If anything, it was because the nets were empty. It was because Simon hadn’t caught any fish. It was because of the self-doubt and despair this so-called fisherman must have been feeling. If Simon had hauled in a huge catch the night before, what need would he have had for Jesus? It’s all grace that Jesus was on Simon’s boat. It wasn’t merit—because that’s not how the kingdom of God works. Jesus was there because Simon was in need.

The best news for all of us who hear that inner critic, who are familiar with despair and self-doubt, is that the same is true for us. God is in your boat—not because you are worthy, not because of your merit, not because what you think you are good at. It is because our nets are empty. It is because we have failed. It is because we are in need that Jesus gets on board. If we never doubted, if we never failed, what need would we have for such grace? It is grace that silences the inner critic, telling us that we are enough, we are worthy, because we are loved.

“Do not be afraid, from now you will catch people”. That’s our job, too. All around us people are falling into despair and self-doubt from the words of their inner critic, all of it amplified by the world we live in.

We are tasked with catching them by offering the same grace we have received in Jesus Christ. It’s getting on board with them when their nets are empty. It’s helping them—not because they’ve earned it, but because they need it.

Just as with my dad and brother, it’s not about the fish. It’s about recognizing that, as unworthy as we are, Jesus is on board with us, guiding us where we should go and what we should do. And even when we are unsure or unwilling to follow, may we have the strength and courage to respond: “But if you say so.”

Amen.


Just Mercy and Following Jesus

Matthew 4:12-23

Now when Jesus heard that John had been arrested, he withdrew to Galilee. He left Nazareth and made his home in Capernaum by the sea, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali, so that what had been spoken through the prophet Isaiah might be fulfilled: “Land of Zebulun, land of Naphtali, on the road by the sea, across the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles— the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death light has dawned.” From that time Jesus began to proclaim, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.”

As he walked by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea—for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fish for people.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John, in the boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them. Immediately they left the boat and their father, and followed him.

Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and curing every disease and every sickness among the people.


I saw the movie “Just Mercy” a couple of weeks ago. It’s about the life and work of Bryan Stevenson, an African-American Harvard lawyer who has made a life and a living through the work of his Equal Justice Initiative, which is a non-profit organization, based in Alabama, that defends prisoners who can’t otherwise afford it and prisoners who have been denied a fair trial, and most notably saves the wrongly-accused and convicted from dying on death row.

He does the hard, holy, patient, persistent, courageous, faithful work of doing justice and loving kindness and walking humbly. And through that work, he has helped free 125 innocent men from death row after being unfairly imprisoned for decades – decades – and nearly murdered by the state for crimes they didn’t commit.

There’s a book by the same name – Just Mercy – which is even better than the movie, of course. And a fantastic documentary on HBO, if you have it, about the impact and importance of his work. The youth at Cross of Grace who traveled to Houston for the ELCA’s National Youth Gathering in 2017 got to hear Bryan Stevenson speak there. He’s an amazing human being. Doing God’s work in the world, for sure. I’m kind of a fan. He makes me wish I would have gone to law school, sometimes.

Anyway, there’s this point in that movie about his life when Bryan Stevenson, fairly fresh out of Harvard law school, is ready to leave his life – up north in Delaware – for a new one – down south in Alabama, by way of Atlanta. And young Bryan, circa 1980-something, is talking with his mother, who is deeply worried about what her son may be getting himself into: a young black man, heading for the southern states in the US, to start a career fighting the legal establishment at every level for its crimes against the poor in general, and against people of color, in particular.

His mom is as proud as she is worried about her son, of course. And you get the impression that if she could have stopped him, she would have. And she says to him, “What you’re doing is going to make a lot of people upset.” And she says, “If you can’t see the danger in what you’re doing, you need to ask Harvard for your money back.” Stevenson explains that he just wants to help people and reminds his mother that she’s the one who always taught him to fight for the people who need it most.

Like I said, I think Bryan Stevenson is an amazing human being, doing God’s work in the world as clearly and courageously as anyone. And it’s why I thought about him again – and this moment with his mother, especially – when I read this morning’s Gospel where Jesus invites these young men to follow him; to leave their friends and their families and their lives as they knew them; and to fish for people – whatever that  means – doing God’s work in the world.

See, I thought about Bryan Stevenson’s mother when I wondered about Zebedee this time around, left behind in the boat that day. I feel sorry for the father of James and John, who gets left in the boat with the nets, with who knows what kind of work left to be done, or with what sort of business to run while his sons take off to “God-knows-where,” literally, to follow this Jesus around. And I wonder if he worried for his sons the way Bryan Stevenson’s mother worried about hers.

Because following Jesus – in first Century Galilee, or in 1980’s Alabama, or anywhere, today, a lot of the time – isn’t always easy or safe or sensible, if we’re doing it well.

Because it wasn’t always any of those things for those disciples we heard about this morning, either – James, John, Simon and Andrew, or the others who joined them. Sure, there were miracles and healings and feasts and some measure of fame around Galilee, I imagine, that went along with being part of Jesus’ inner circle. But it wasn’t all that, all of the time.

They were sent out as sheep among wolves with this “good news” Jesus wanted them to share, remember. Not everyone – and especially not those among the popular, the powerful, or the privileged – wanted to hear what they had to say about justice, or generosity, or fairness, or faith.

There were times when they would not be welcomed and would have to shake the dust from their sandals as a testimony against those who refused them. There were times when their own families would be divided because of what they were up to.

They were being invited to cozy up to lepers and to cast out demons and to make friends with tax collectors, prostitutes, prisoners, and sinners of every stripe. In other words, the fish Jesus meant to catch were not, necessarily, the catch of the day.

They were called to love their enemies, to bless those who persecuted them, to turn the other cheek, to put themselves last instead of first, to give up one coat if they were lucky enough to have two, to sell all of their possessions, really…

Oh, and to take up a cross … to lose their life for the sake of this Gospel … on behalf of this “fisherman” who was really a carpenter … for the sake of these “fish” who were really just people – broken, hurting, lost, sick, sinful, untouchable people the rest of the world wanted nothing to do with. Again, none of this was easy, or safe, or sensible on the surface.

And when they couldn’t do it, they just had to watch Jesus take their heat; to take up the cross they refused to bear; to watch him suffer, be crucified, die and then be buried for their sins and for the sake of the world.

I wonder if it all sounded like a different kind of adventure in the beginning. I wonder how many times James and John longed to be back in the boat with their dad, just fishing for fish, again. I wonder how many of those early followers didn’t stick around or follow for long. I wonder how many said “no,” and never followed along in the first place. And I wonder what I would have done – if I would have dropped anything, let alone everything, that day on the beach – and how long I would have stuck it out, if I had.

But, those early disciples – and people like Bryan Stevenson – give me hope and inspiration and the holy challenge to keep trying; to keep following Jesus and living this life of faith as best as I can, I mean.

There’s another moment in that movie about his life, when Bryan Stevenson is trying to convince one of his clients – on death row for a crime that wasn’t his – about why he does the work and that he’s not just another unqualified, incapable, uncommitted attorney – like the ones who had failed this guy in the past. Stevenson says he won’t quit or give up or leave him, like the other attorneys had, because he knows “what it’s like to be in the shadows.”

Which brings me back to this morning’s Gospel again, because this morning’s Gospel reminds us of why Jesus did it all in the first place, too. And why we can – and perhaps should – just the same: Because people are sitting in darkness, still. There are so many people – too many people – living their lives in the valleys and in the shadows of death. And we have too… or we do, now… or we will, someday… know what it’s like to be in the shadows, just the same.

It may not be prison – or death row, even – for a crime we did or did not commit, thanks be to God. But we might know the shadow of sickness or a sadness that seems insurmountable. We might know the darkness of addiction or divorce or a fear we can’t shake. We may one day sit in the various and sundry shadows of loneliness, despair, depression, anxiety, joblessness, victimhood, failure, abuse, guilt, shame, and so on down a longer list than we have time for this morning.

Whatever the case, there is someone in your life – someone in your midst – someone in this room, perhaps – someone in the mirror – who could use a little light… a little grace… a little forgiveness… a little mercy… a little bit of hope for a change.

And that’s why we follow Jesus. Because he’s already been there and done that – been to and through the darkness and the shadows, I mean, and lived to tell about it. And because of that good news, we are invited to have courage to do the hard, holy, patient, courageous work of faith; to follow Jesus – doing justice, loving kindness, walking humbly; bringing the light, sharing grace, extending mercy, offering love and hope and second chances in his name.

Amen