Luke 5:1-11 · The Calling of the First Disciples
When Your Nets Are Empty
Luke 5:1-11
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by Charles H. Bayer
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May the good Lord save me from perpetual whiners; people who can be counted on to tell you how bad everything is. You don't dare ask how they feel or how they sense the world is going unless you have an afternoon to spend listening to a catalogue of human miseries. I once knew a woman who called me if she happened to feel good, because she always felt bad the day after she felt good and wanted me to know how rotten things were about to become. But may the Lord also preserve me from perpetual optimists, whose smile is pasted on like singers in a show chorus. People who insist everything is fine all the time may be sitting on a supply of industrial strength anger, disguised with a grin.

Nobody is on top of the world every day. Every human being I know has ups and downs. I do, and so do you; although I expect your moods to be consistent, but to understand that mine vary. Sometimes the world is right, and sometimes it is sour. Sometimes life moves along briskly; we accomplish what we set out to do and we meet our personal goals. And sometimes things get stuck. We look failure in the face day after day. We don't know how to get out of what we don't know how we got into. Life comes to a halt.

Today's gospel lesson is about four discouraged men who encountered Jesus. They were fishermen; not recreational fishermen, but workers whose families went hungry if there was no catch. If I take my rod down to the rocky shoreline at our cottage in Maine and come back empty-handed, we just thaw out a chicken or go get a pizza. But if Andrew, Peter, James and John came back empty-handed,it was a crisis.

Near the beginning of his ministry Jesus was preaching to an eager group of hearers by a lake in Galilee. Pulled up on the shore were two fishing boats. The owners were down the beach mending their nets. The crowd was so intent on getting close, Jesus was standing ankle deep in water. Seeing the empty boats he got into one, pushed out a few feet from the land and continued his sermon. Years ago, when I was the summer youth conference preacher at our church's campgrounds at Bethany Beach, Delaware, some of the young people read that story and decided to hold their evening vesper service with me standing in one of the lifeguards' dories. It is one thing to preach from a boat on the shores of a placid lake. It is quite another to try it from the surf of the North Atlantic with four foot breakers. I gave it my best shot but inspired more giggles than faith. Bets were taken on how long I could last before I fell overboard. Whoever held the ticket reading three minutes won the pot. Jesus was more fortunate and finished his sermon still dry. I have preached many bone dry sermons, but not that day.

These four fishermen were not strangers to Jesus. When he spoke to them they called him, "master," or "teacher." He had previously talked with them about accompanying him on his mission, but they had made no decision. As they were visiting after the crowds had gone home, he said to Peter, "Take your boats out and let down your nets one more time -- over there in the deep water."

"Won't do any good," replied Simon. "Fishing in this lake isn't what it used to be. We've worked all night, and don't have a single fish to show for it." Ever been there? I have. You do your best, work hard and the results are zero. An important personal relationship goes sour and there is nothing you can do. You watch a marriage dissolve before your eyes and you can't save it. The harder you try the less you produce. Life dries up.

Our denomination's first foreign missionary was assigned to Jerusalem in the 1870's. He worked faithfully for a decade. Do you know how many converts he had? None!

I know a man who has been looking for a job more than a year. He has a solid resume, checks the want-ads every morning, is at personnel offices when they open, follows every lead, and his nets are empty. Week after week no catch, and he wonders if he is too old to get a job; too stupid; or has the economy simply ground to a halt? Nothing he does seems to work. He is desperate. Maybe there is no job out there for him, no matter what he does. It is one thing to fish when they are not biting -- they might get hungry any minute. It is another thing to have the vague feeling there are no fish in the water. But heaven help anyone who tells us.

An avid sport fisherman, who got to his favorite Canadian lake by seaplane, one day noticed, from the air, two other fishermen below who had landed their plane on a lake he knew to be sterile. For some strange ecological reason these waters held not a single fish. As a courtesy he landed, taxied up to them and told them what he knew. Afterwards, from a hospital bed, he reported, "I was prepared for their disappointment, but not for their anger." We don't like to be told bad news, and messengers who bear it have historically been roughed up.

Nor do we want to hear, when things aren't going well, we should try harder. These four fishermen Jesus encountered were not stupid. They knew the lake, the ledges where the fish congregated, the kind of weather you had to have to bring in a good catch. Their families had been working these waters for generations. But if all the conditions were right that night, their nets remained empty.

"Try over here," Jesus said. "Go on out deeper." They were tired, and the suggestion must have irritated them. Weary as they were, they got into their boats, rowed to the deep water and let down their nets. Why the trouble? Because they were learning to trust him. Soon they would be trusting him with their lives.

You heard the story read. They enclosed such a great shoal of fish their nets were breaking. If I am fishing in barren waters, and somebody tells me they are biting out there in the deeper waters, being angry won't solve my problem. I can either continue my hapless efforts, or move out from shore. It is my decision.

If nothing is going well for you, perhaps the waters you have been working are too shallow. Sometimes the road to fulfillment lies in deeper waters than I have ever gone. Sometimes I have to take a risk; and that is frightening. There is no guarantee I will succeed. It may be just another futile effort. But what if I don't even try?

I know people, some who may be here this morning, whose lives are miserable, because for years they have refused to risk anything. They have resources but do not use them, skills but do not develop them, dreams but do not follow them, gifts but do not share them, possessions but do not dedicate them because they are afraid that to do anything, give anything, risk anything is too much of a threat. So they sit quietly in the middle of their boat, in the shallow waters, where there are no fish, and complain, are dissatisfied, bored and wonder why nothing happens.

Perhaps many of us do not act until we get to the point where the depression, discouragement and pain are more profound than the risk. Trying something different becomes a better option than dying of dry rot. I have known a few people, however, who would rather die than change.

There are churches which will choose to close before they reach into the unknown and untried. Other congregations often get in over their heads, move into deep water, take risks -- and they are the stronger for it.

I often wonder where Jesus will tell us to lower our nets next? It may be with victims of AIDS, or street people, or the homeless, or in fresh styles of worship, or a different sort of music, or the fight to save the environment.

My question to you: If life is at one of those stuck places, what are you going to attempt this year you didn't attempt last year?Into what deeper waters will you venture? What will you risk for the cause of the kingdom? It may be that your happiness, your sense of well-being, your security rests on how you answer that question.Some will be made whole, saved, fulfilled because they dared. Many will be lost because they sat quietly and rotted out.

I want you to hear the story of Bill and Glenda. Almost a decade ago, walking through central Missouri in quest of his soul and of a mission, Bill heard a voice which said, "Cast out into the deep." He did. He, Glenda and their children left this community to take on a totally new lifestyle, a lifestyle most of us would find impossible; which may even threaten many of us because it is radical. It has been a difficult life for them in many ways; living simply in a teepee, without electricity or plumbing or the financial or material resources most of us would say are essential. But God has used them in the cause of justice and peace and the physical survival of our world. They are living witnesses to what it means to fish in deep water.

Most of us will not take that kind of step. But each of us can decide that there is more to life than we have found, and that to follow Jesus means deeper water, more risk, new paths.

Andrew, Peter, James and John left their nets to become fishers of men, disciples, apostles, martyrs and saints. It all started that morning, when after having worked all night and taken nothing, a man said to them, "Put out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch." "

CSS Publishing Lima, Ohio, When It Is Dark Enough, by Charles H. Bayer