The picture of a fisherman I grew up with was a man, with perhaps one foot in a river, purposefully holding a fishing rod, and surveying the scene from under his fly-emblazoned deer stalker hat. A rural Sherlock Holmes.
The legendary figure is never seen around here. Fisherman on the prom now have to have a pair of fishing rods, which they mustn’t hold, but place on their tripods. And then sit back and wait.
Never mind the Euro Election results, what does this seismic sociological change tell us about our bearing in the tides of history?
Simples. We are more technology and toys rich, and experience poor. Bedazzled. But further removed from recognising our own uniqueness, potential and relationship with the rest of creation. Nearer to phishing than trout tickling.
Fishing is still a human activity, not one just for trawlers or remote fishing rods.
I suspect when Jesus declared we would be fishers of people, he was aware there would be gospel trawlers, there would be individuals with a story and presence that would have people leaping out of their seats into life, and those able to be skilled in rescuing individuals into life through persistent moving love.
So what are your fishing techniques and practises? Because you have them.