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Follow Me - Matthew 4:19


"Follow Me and I will make you fishers of men."


I grew up hearing those words as something Jesus said to the disciples. I never thought He was calling me to be a fisher. After all, I don't particularly like fishing.

But my faith isn't only a faith that makes me happy. Or, at least my initial revulsion at something - like this command - is an indication that my own stuff is getting in the way of following. Because Jesus promises me joy in the end. From The Vulnerable Way (sermon) the other week, I remember it was for the joy set before Him that He endured the cross.

This promise that the last thing will be the best thing - it's hard to remember in the midst of pain and struggle.

And what if the whole "fishers of men" bit is about giving me a higher calling than the job I do? Might He say instead to me, since web accessibility is my primary focus at work,

"You can make my Kingdom accessible to all people. Leave behind the worries and cares of providing for yourself. My calling on your life is so much higher. I have called you to stay - both at work and at home - because it is about accessibility - just not to the web, but to My heart for the people around you. I am calling you to Me, to remember the joy, remember your why. You were made for so much more than this - and that more is available right now, not when things are 'better' or 'less exhausting' or 'easier.' Now. Do you trust Me enough to be enough? I want to shower you with love and blessing. Will you let Me?"

Yes. Again yes.

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