Everyone likes a good fish story, the big one caught or got away. This morning I was reading about the disciples in John and realized Jesus was always living a good fish story. He always seemed to show up when the big one got away and then filled the nets to overflowing. He also had post-fishing stories where he made lots of ready-to-eat fish, more than thousands could eat. I imagine those were the best fish fries ever. He cooked fish, ate fish, and put money in the mouths of fish all to come to the disciples in ways they could appreciate him. Who doesn’t like a good fish story of the ones that didn’t get away? I fish sometimes, mostly not catching but always hope-filled. I like Jesus’ fish stories. It underscores my own story, art. He always has a good art story for me and always astonishes me with his art knowledge and kindness. I’m not exactly sure what all this means other than it seems to be kind and important. Good fishing and good art-making are profound ways to be found by Jesus, and who, when lost, doesn’t like to be found.
Another fish story, is a man being caught by fish; Jonah. |
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