I think this started with a Saturday morning walk along the beach, and a conversation with a fellow dog walker, with his newly acquired cocker spaniel.
Just before we parted company he explained how good a place for fishing Cleveleys is. To illustrate this he explained how he once left out a drag line over night, and subsequently spent weeks eating the fish he had caught. As I understood it, the drag line was a long fishing line, with bait and hook in lots of places.
Jesus, early on in Peter’s time with him, looked straight at him and told him that if he followed him, he would inevitably become a fisher of men. For we who follow now, it is true also.
Then a prayer sneaked up on me last Sunday evening, or it might have been the week before, but it kept surfacing in prayer subsequently. It is a picture which I tried to describe tonight, as once again it rudely barged in to my talk.
The church is a net, and the knots are people, held together with the short lengths of rope. We are inextricably connected to neighbours, uniquely, and it is God’s doing. And the net (or network, or church) is being trawled by God, and he is making new connections as people get caught up in what He is doing. Adding them to the tow.
Cleveleys, apparently, is a good place for fishing.
And you are a knot for Jesus.