Literally. Sometimes a “fisher of men” needs to be a “fisher of fish.”
Last Sunday a member of my congregation asked if everything was ok. I said I was a bit disheveled. It’s understandable, Lent, Holy Week, Easter for two congregations can be quite a load. The week after is a let down. As the church year reaches a crescendo, the pastor’s time is at a premium. The expectations are very high. When Easter Monday comes it isn’t unusual for a pastor to crash. This year, the crash lasted a whole week. She could tell.
“Why don’t you go out to our pond and do some fishing tomorrow? The fish are really biting.” It was a wonderful example of Christian care. A member of the congregation caring for her pastor. It made my day. I wasn’t sure I’d go, I hadn’t been fishing in years. It didn’t really matter. The suggestion was life giving, the body of Christ working as the body works.
As it happened, I went. They were biting. After a few hours of wonderful time in the sun, a marvelous catch of fish. I was refreshed, encouraged, revived. Thank God for wonderful lay folk, who think about the personal needs of their pastor.
Rev. Jonathan C. Watt