“And Jesus, walking by the Sea of Galilee, saw two brothers, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishermen. Then He said to them, ‘Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.’” (Matthew 4:18-19).
A rush of excitement shot through our tour group when we discovered that the Apostle Peter had been walking with us for awhile – and we didn’t even know it!
“When did you…how did….where…” — I couldn’t find the right question.
Peter flashed a big smile and put me at ease. “I’ve been walking with you for about three miles now. James and John bet me I couldn’t blend into the group; but I guess I won the bet,” he said.
“So, you are on journey to a place called Grace, are you?” Peter asked, even though it was obvious he knew we were. “You will never regret having made this journey.”
“Peter, tell us about your Journey,” a young lady said.
“What would you like to know?” he asked.
“Tell me about the Day of Pentecost,” she exclaimed. “What was that like for you?”
“What happened? There was no mention of anything in The Library.”
“No, this was not written down; for nobody knew about this but me. After the Day had ended and we each settled down to sleep, I was still so full of God’s Spirit I could hardly stop trembling. My mind kept racing back through the day’s events, reliving each moment over and over.
“The mighty, rushing wind; the flames of fire, and dynamic power; the sermon – are you serious? Me, a fisherman with no formal education in such matters – yet there I stood on the Temple porch and preached to thousands. There was such clarity in my thoughts and power in my words. I was more amazed than anybody!
And then the moment came, when over three thousand souls were at once born again, and became followers of our risen Lord. Late into the evening, when everybody else was sleeping, I still could not get it out of my mind.
And as I thought upon it, my mind raced back over the years to when I first met Jesus.
“My brother, Andrew, and I were fishermen, like our father before us. One day this Jesus fellow came passing by and called out to us. “Follow Me,” He said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” And that’s what we did.
“What could a Rabbi possibly know about fishing?” I thought to myself. “But on one occasion He showed me what He could do. We had been fishing all night and had caught nothing. Calling it quits we headed in, and He called out to us from the shore.
“Let down your nets for a catch,” He said. And that’s what we did. We caught so many fish that our boat began to sink!
“Jesus told me He would make me a fisher of men. And as I lay upon my bed that night after Pentecost I could only shake my head in speechless wonder over how exactly true the Lord’s promise had proven to be. For on that Day that is what I did – I became a fisher of men!
“Me, a nobody. Born in a no-place town, working in a nowhere job, living an ordinary, no-point life. And now Jesus had brought me from that to this!
“O Lord,” I whispered quietly; “Look who I’ve become.”
We all stood there in silence, watching Peter stare off into the distant sky; we could tell it all was as real to him in this moment as when it first occurred.
“Yes,” he softly said again, “Look who I’ve become.”
And then, turning his piercing gaze upon us, he spoke up with Pentecostal fire and said, “Stay on this journey, friends, and one day you’ll be saying the same thing about yourselves!”
And that’s what we are going to do.