The sport of fishing is very important to many areas of the world. This is a huge source of food for families in many areas.   Categories and stories of the best hooks, lines, nets, bait, and a plethora of sources fill many water lines.

Not only is this a recipe of scrumptious eating, it is also an art. It has become a well paying organized success. Who would have thought that a Huckleberry Finn rod attached to a simple line, with a red and white bobber, line and sinker, with a worm attached, would become this?

Just imagine the first little store that opened with the cartons of wriggling worms in dirt selling for five cents or so.   There would be some rods standing in a corner with lines wrapped around a roll or cardboard next to them. Maybe a wooden case filled with different sizes of bobbers sitting along a shelf next to some sharp hooks.

Yes, that little store could just have been a roadside sale. Now look at them. Look at the special competitions all over the world. There are specialties of sword fishing, shark fishing, bass fishing, crab fishing, and so many others.

So, here is Jesus, walking along the Sea of Galilee. He knows how important the fishing is to the men of the area. He knew His Master Plan as God in the flesh here also. He planned for these men to be fishers, His fishers of men.   Jesus’ purpose for them was to net other sinners (lift them) from the dark and tell them the good news. Jesus gives us the Gospel net to lift the lost from the dark waters to His light of grace.


We are all given the call of being His fishers of men.  This is our purpose as the children of God.  We toss the Gospel net that is made up of His love, grace, forgiveness of our sins, and the very part of Holy Spirit drawing us to His promises.  We share the goal of our faith the salvation of our souls.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

No longer do we have the highway side streets of chapels.  Our world from the disciples of old to now have become far more than ever imagined.  We have exponential resources in wifi, blogging, iphones, and so many other communicative processes to share the Bible and Christian music.  Our Gospel nets are filling in ways Jesus planned long ago for just a time as this.








by Joan G. Allen Pfeiffer


Faith is like a seashell…

That is washed in the heart…

A promise that is heard…

And never will depart.


If you have ever held a conch shell to your ear you hear the waves of the sea. Did you ever wonder about that oceanic hum? You cannot see it, but you hear it.


There are no better words to describe faith than the Bible. God says it best.


Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”


Faith is working in you, yet it is not visible. In the morning we awake to the creation of the world that surrounds us and in the evening the stars above us. Your faith gives you the understanding of God’s formation command. “So that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.” Hebrew 11:3b


What do you hope for?   What do you pray for? Some of us may say whom do I hope for or whom do I pray for? That oceanic hum we hear from the conch shell may carry that hope to your heart of faith. You hear His word like an ocean wave when Holy Spirit whispers it to you. Listen.


John 6:63 “The Spirit gives life, the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life.” (Jesus tells us this)


During our childhoods there were so many questions we asked. One fond question I remember was about the fireflies. How did they light up at night? Perhaps you asked this question too or one similar.   Consequently maybe you also received an unexplainable answer. My grandmother would say, “Well I just don’t know, but God made them.” God was all she needed to explain anything. Do we have that much faith?


My Dad and I were walking over the pasture at the dark of night. The stars were twinkling above and he started showing me all the constellations he knew.   He said, “There is the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, oh and the North Star”.   I asked him that huge question, “Where did those stars come from?” My Dad simply said without a blink, “God”.


Faith is the certainty of hope. Hope is God’s Love that holds His promises in your heart.