You can always find them. That is, if you’re up that early. At the most inconvenient times, it seems, fishermen are out in their trucks, pulling their boats to a nearby lake. Later in the day, rows of trucks can be seen lining the shores. Why go to all this trouble? The answer has many facets; however, the bottom line is this–fishermen love to fish.
How do I know? Think about it: almost everyone works hard for their income. Great care is taken in deciding how to spend it. Trucks and boats are expensive. Fishing gear isn’t cheap. People spend their money and time on what they really care about. Television shows are devoted solely to the topic of better fishing. Monthly magazines model the newest way to fish successfully. Those who are found searching the waters for the catch of the day never tire of hearing of the latest challenge of another fishing buddy.
I think I have finally figured out what I really want to do in life. I want to be a fisher. A fisher of men.
If I speak, I want it to somehow draw someone closer to God. If I write, I want it to do the same. If I teach, my desire is to bring others closer to Him. If I take photographs, I want them to bring God glory as they speak silently to those who view them. If I sing, I want the words to turn the ears of those who listen toward their loving Father.
Where should I go to fish? Down the road. Up the hill. At the store. In my home. The hospital, the church, the gas station, the school. I will have to be intentional. God will teach me along the way. The question will be: Do I really want to fish?
If the answer is yes, His instruction is simple: "Follow Me."