The small group of men sat discontentedly in a huddle, carefully watching the door of the small room. They spoke with quiet hushed voices, jumping at the occasional noises outside wondering if the door would be suddenly kicked open and soldiers swarm inside to take them.  Would they be arrested, beaten and tortured or—executed?
Their leader had been betrayed, arrested and publicly executed, leaving them in disarray and wondering what to do next. Were they to be betrayed also? Who was going to lead them now? Their cause seemed lost and it appeared to be a hopeless situation. The enemy always seemed to have the upper hand. The community had grown accustomed to the alien’s inflexible demands and some of the prominent businessmen and civil leaders had actually joined sides with them, with a select few appointed to positions of authority. They exercised their powers ruthlessly and mercilessly, becoming just as bad as the conquerors, exacting taxes and claiming property belonging to the people as their own. They had bribed the police force and the remnant of their army were either scattered into the hills and disbanded, or forced to become vagabonds and members of underground movements. Some guerrilla groups engaged in subterfuge, sabotage and extremists committed assassination and sabotage and a few of their leaders had also been caught. There seemed to be no end to the enemy victory and occupation of their beloved homeland.
Allies could not, or would not help them. Their nation was being pillaged and raped. Their children were becoming brainwashed by the propaganda or taken as slaves with some of the womenfolk and their beloved traditions and culture were being slowly eroded away by the infidels. They seemed to now be totally alone and naked, with their dreams shattered.

One man slowly stood up and walked to the door, saying, “Well, I’m goin’ fishin” and slipped out into the cold darkness of the night and a few others decided to join him. After all, there was nothing else to do and they could not stay cooped up in their quarters forever, despite the curfew and the trauma of recent events. They had to do something, no matter what to take their minds off things, but it didn’t seem to be the same as at other times. It was dark and cold and miserable and the fish simply weren’t biting, but they stayed there as most fishermen do; waiting, exacting the most of the time for as long as possible before the inevitable return to normal life, if there ever would be such a thing again, was upon them.
Sitting on the banks of a river, or inside a boat, listening to the steady lap, lap, lap of the waves can be therapeutic. It helps one to relax and unwind and sometimes bonds people together. It enables one to escape from the pressures and problems that come in life. What else could they do anyhow?

The darkness of the evening gradually made way for that pre-dawn glow. The morning mist began to dissipate as the sun’s warming rays came up from behind the distant hillside and features of the landscape started to come into focus. As it often does, the orange ball of the sun suddenly popped up into the sky, the shadows disappeared and the previously hidden features of the night landscape came into view.

A man was standing on the distant shoreline. They could not make out his features as it was too far away. He called out. “Have you caught anything”? Well, what a dumb thing to ask under the circumstances. Of course they hadn’t. It was a spur of the moment decision to go fishing. Everything was wrong. The tide wasn’t right and they had gone out without the right bait, so they weren’t in the mood for pleasantries with strangers. For all they knew he could have been a spy and setting a trap for soldiers who may be laying in wait behind the sand dunes. “Tell him to get lost”, someone said. “Ignore him”, said another. Someone called back and said in a heavy voice, “No”, wondering what this stranger wanted and wishing he would go away and leave them alone.
The man walked to the waters edge and said, “You’re doing it wrong. Use your nets and put them out on the other side of the boat”. “Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained I guess. We’ll give it another half hour and go”, said one, so they dropped the net over the side.
Suddenly the water seemed to churn beneath them and they felt a series of jolts and bumps as the boat began to shudder. “What’s going on?” someone called out in alarm. “We’ve snagged our net”. “That stupid busybody there! We shouldn’t have listened to him. As if we haven’t got enough problems. Quick. Stop the boat and get that net freed before it gets wrecked. C’mon, hurry up”.
As it turned out, the boat was not in any danger after all. The net was not caught fast on the reef or submerged rocks. “It’s full of fish” someone exclaimed. I’ve never seen so many before. What’s going on?” Another suddenly said, “It’s the boss. I thought he was dead. What on earth—?”

I guess that you have now recognized a familiar story, even though it may have been told in a different fashion with some poetic license. The factual account is as follows-
Later Jesus appeared again to the disciples beside the Lake of Galilee. This is how it happened: A group of us were there—Simon Peter, Thomas, “The Twin,” Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, my brother James and I and two other disciples. Simon Peter said, “I’m going fishing.” “We’ll come too,” we all said. We did, but caught nothing all night. At dawn we saw a man standing on the beach but couldn’t see who he was. He called, “Any fish, boys?” “No,” we replied. Then he said, “Throw out your net on the right-hand side of the boat, and you’ll get plenty of them!” So we did, and couldn’t draw in the net because of the weight of the fish, there were so many!
Then I said to Peter, “It is the Lord!” At that, Simon Peter put on his tunic (for he was stripped to the waist) and jumped into the water and swam ashore. The rest of us stayed in the boat and pulled the loaded net to the beach, about 300 feet away. When we got there, we saw that a fire was kindled and fish were frying over it, and there was bread.
“Bring some of the fish you’ve just caught,” Jesus said. So Simon Peter went out and dragged the net ashore. By his count there were 153 large fish; and yet the net hadn’t torn. “Now come and have some breakfast!” Jesus said; and none of us dared ask him if he really was the Lord, for we were quite sure of it. Then Jesus went around serving us the bread and fish. John 21:1-13.

On another fateful morning, Simon and his brother Andrew were going about their everyday business on the shoreline after an unsuccessful fishing trip. They would most likely have been tired and would not have been too happy, as they had not caught a thing and no fish meant there would be no income.

They would have been checking their nets for damage whilst getting rid of any debris that may have been snagged as they were washing, drying and then folding them in readiness for the next expedition. A crowd of people gathered around Simon, Andrew and their partners for curiosity, the chance of buying fresh fish at a cheap price and enjoying the market like atmosphere there.

Jesus walked out from amongst them and got straight into their boat, uninvited. What cheek. “Please push out from shore a little”, he asked as he sat down. Well, most people would probably tell him in no uncertain terms just where to go. I’m sure that Peter would have sworn and strode up there ready to “have a go” as we say in Australia. “Get outta my boat, mate” would possibly be the nice way of putting it.

Something about this man was different. His stride was confident; his carriage erect. His voice sounded soft and gentle, but had a ring of authority about it that seemed to grab your attention. As he looked into Jesus’ eyes, there was something about them that seemed to bore right through him. The whole feeling was pleasantly strange. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. On one hand it was relaxing and soothing, yet on the other, he was feeling disturbed and uncomfortable.

Almost with out realizing it, they pushed out several yards from shore and threw out the anchor. “This is crazy”, they thought and then Jesus started speaking. The people came close to the waters edge and hung on every word he said. What words! He spoke gently and authoritatively at the same time. There was a ring of confidence in His words that had a depth of knowledgeprofound truth that was calming, yet challenging, intense, but simple to understand.  He taught things about God and the Kingdom of Heaven as if He knew all about it all. The priests did not talk like that. The Scribes and Pharisees did not speak like that.

He stopped talking and then turned to them and, with a twinkle in His eye, said, “Push out further and put your nets out”. Well, they were expert fishermen who knew how to read the tides and the phases of the moon and when the fish were normally there to be caught and told him so. “Look”, they said, “We have been at it all night and there’s just nothing there” and He just smiled at them. “Well, just this once then” and they let down the net.
They latched onto a big school of the things then and started to pull them in, but the net started to break with the weight. “Hey, come over here and help us” they called out to their partners in the other boat. They came over and by combining their efforts, they managed to bring in the haul. It was as if all the fish came from miles around and just begged to get caught, saying “Take me, take me”.
They were in danger of now getting swamped and as Simon looked up, his eyes caught the intent gaze of the Lord. Again, it was as if He was looking right through him, as if he knew his innermost thoughts.
He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Somehow, he felt unclean dirty in a way he’d not felt before. That was just too much. He couldn’t handle that any more and almost begged, “Please leave me alone”.

When they reached the shore, Jesus started to walk away and, momentarily pausing, turned back towards them and said, “Follow me”.

What was it about this fellow... they had the best catch of all in their lives and He was asking them to follow him? It did not seem logical. They had their boats to pull up onto the beach. Their nets needed washing. They had all those fish to clean and take to the market and the crowd of people were watching all this, some even waiting to buy a fish and pay cash on the spot. You can’t turn down an opportunity like that. That’s crazy! It was a cash-in-hand deal and you just don’t walk away from an opportunity like that.

Their families were waiting at home for their return, so the legitimate and pressures demands we all face from time to time were very real.

You and I are not immune from the affairs of life. If a problem arises, that is not the most important issue. What matters is not what happens, but what you or I do in that situation. How do you cope?  What do you do when you seem to have done everything right, and that problem seems to rear up and hit you? It is how you respond that really counts. It is what you do when things seem to go wrong that makes the mettle of a man. What to do is to find out what God says about the thing and start saying it too. Start speaking God’s unfailing word into that thing and then do what it says.

Besides, Peter’s mother-in-law was sick of the fever and doubtlessly causing his wife some concern and this man was asking them to walk away from all of this? Strangely, it seemed as if it was the right thing to do, almost as if it was—natural. They looked at each other wordlessly and then turned back towards him. In a few paces, they were standing there before him as he said, “I’m going to make you fishers of men”.

God had crossed their paths. He had intervened in their daily routine and changed their whole future and destiny.

This same prophet… this same man, this very same Jesus could cross your path today. His call has not changed. His eyes still see the same things. His ears are still listening for the same sounds. His voice is still the same. What He said then, He is still saying today. “Follow me. You and I are going fishing”.

Supernatural Provision
I have spoken about this elsewhere, but God is not a pauper and He does not have any intention to keep you poor. He is not El Cheapo, but El Shaddai and for the most part the majority of Christians have fallen for the poverty lie. We have a commission to fulfil and we cannot do it without tools or resources. I have been invited to conduct crusades in places that, to put it bluntly, do not have the money to pay for my airfares, so how do we go about it?
If God wants it, He will pay for it!
Please look at the two illustrations I have given here.
When they arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the half shekel [the temple tax] went up to Peter and said, Does not your Teacher pay the half shekel? 
He answered, Yes. And when he came home, Jesus spoke to him [about it] first, saying, What do you think, Simon? From whom do earthly rulers collect duties or tribute?from their own sons or from others not of their own family? 
And when Peter said, From other people not of their own family, Jesus said to him, Then the sons are exempt. 
However, in order not to give offense and cause them to stumble [that is, to cause them to judge unfavorably and unjustly] go down to the sea and throw in a hook. Take the first fish that comes up, and when you open its mouth you will find there a shekel. Take it and give it to them to pay the temple tax for Me and for yourself. Matthew 17:24-27.
Here is a practical need. Peter had shot himself in the foot... speaking first without checking with the Lord. If you find yourself in a situation, always say nothing until you have the mind and will of God. Exercise some wisdom in the matter.
Jesus told Peter, Let's go fishing.
He said to a fisherman that the first fish would have a coin in its mouth. Notice that it was the first fish which implies that there were others.
The coin was not just any coin, but apparently a specially minted coin made to pay the tax. Poor people did not pay such an amount. The poverty syndrome did not and does not belong to Jesus and His disciples.
How did that coin get there? How did Jesus know it was there? May I suggest that He knew these matters by virtue to the ministry of the Holy Spirit in His life such as the operation of a word of knowledge as found in 1 Corinthians 12:8. Without such help in our ministries, we are merely another religions motley bunch of people, no different to any other in the world.
Jesus was already making provision and by supernatural means.

By that one simple act, Jesus met a need by avoiding a scene, provided money, provided an income for His disciple, supplied food and had a time of fellowship with a disciple.
Please also notice that Jesus had a need as well as Peter... that take, and give unto them for me and thee. Matthew 17:27.
No Lack!
There is a lot of misunderstanding in many Christian circles about finances and the meeting of needs.
Some groups advocate poverty. The attitude is that we have to be poor to serve God and that is a blatant lie! People confuse what Jesus said by taking up their cross and denying themselves to follow Him. Self-denial and taking up one's personal cross is the severance from the old flesh motivated life whereby we rely on our old ways, the world system, self reliance and independence from God and His ways of doing things.
It is the spiritual act of circumcising the heart!
They think we have to sell everything because Jesus asked the rich young ruler to do that to follow Him, but that also is erroneous. Jesus was inviting him to change his self dependency and become God dependant. There is a big difference and people have been brought into bondage or greatly hurt by such teachings.
When the Lord sent His disciples out on assignments, He told them to leave their wallets behind.... for that assignment! He wanted them to learn how God could supply their every need. I've heard it said that Jesus did not have a home of His own! They refer to Jesus' saying- Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. Luke 9:58.
When speaking of how Jesus was rich and became poor and that we have to suffer with Him, it gets all mixed up. Poverty is a result of the curse and Jesus came as one of us to redeem us from that! Get it right folks! The suffering we have to endure is not physical such as illness, but in the trials and temptations of life, which Jesus underwent and won so we can rise above them. I could continue...
Jesus was the first son of a carpenter and when Joseph died, He was the heir, assuming responsibility for His mother. He passed that on to John when on the cross! He had enough money to warrant employing a treasurer by the name of Judas and Judas distributed money to the poor! You cannot do that if you are broke!
What He was trying to do was to get the people to stop relying on natural means and start operating in Kingdom principles.
They went out on their assignments and returned and found that God met all needs. Later He asked them And He said to them, When I sent you out with no purse or [provision] bag or sandals, did you lack anything? They answered, Nothing! Luke 22:35.
If the streets of Heaven are made out or pure gold; God can supernaturally provide food and water for a nation for forty years, feed a prophet in a famine, feed thousands of people on a mountain with a boy's lunch of a fish sandwich, arrange for a fish to swallow a specially minted coin, turn water into wine at a wedding, why say that God wants us broke? It is crazy. There is no lack with God and the last time I checked, He has not changed. 
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