Pete watched the waves slap against the bow of the boat and sighed deeply. Life with the Messiah had started off with a bang. First this Man called «Jesus» had turned water to wine at a wedding. Then He’d driven a bunch of money-grubbing con men out of the temple in Jerusalem. What a Guy! However, things had calmed down to a dull routine after that. Listening to Him preach and teach had become a little boring, so Pete and the others had headed back to their fishing business.
The cousins had just spent a particularly frustrating night on the sea. No fish. Not even a guppy had appeared in their nets. In the morning they saw Jesus walking along the beach followed by a large crowd. «Pete,» the Man called, «may I use your boat? I need it to preach from.»
«Be my guest,» the burly fisher chuckled. «It’s no good for fishing.»
«So,» Jesus said as He stepped into the vessel, «are you going to spend your life catching fish, or would you like to capture something much more interesting?»
Jesus motioned toward the crowd. «People. I can teach you to be a fisher of men.»
Those words rang like a bell in Pete’s ears. Anyone can catch fish. But to bring hope and joy to another human being—now that’s excitement. Even if this Jesus didn’t turn out to be the hoped-for deliverer of the Jewish nation, He offered something the fishing life could never deliver.
From that day forward, Pete and the others were constant companions of the Messiah, beginning ministries of their own. But leaving their nets would cost them dearly.