This week Brian and I went to round up some kids for our weekly English class. We went down to the Villa, but several of the boys were missing. Just few steps away from where we usually meet there is a small river/creek that runs through the neighborhood.
The water is filthy. The world has polluted it, dirtied it. It is one of the least healthy, most disgusting places I can think of.
The boys were fishing in it. They proudly showed us a bucket of small fish they had caught. It was semi-tragic really. They were proud they had caught dinner for their families, but nothing caught in that river could possibly be safe to eat. That wouldn’t stop them, of course. The whole scene made me a little sick.
Then I realized that we were fishermen too. We were fishing in that same dirty, polluted stream. Most people wouldn’t want to look at our river, let alone take anything out of it.
Even if we do catch fish in it, what kind of fish will they be?
Matthew 4:19 “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.
1 Corinthians 1:27-29 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things– and the things that are not– to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him