I’m not much of a fisherman, but I’ve heard of a fisherman who always came back with a great catch. Every time he went out, he would return with chests full of bass, trout, catfish, etc. Nobody could believe his skill, especially not the game warden who lived down the block. Wondering how this guy did it, the warden invited himself along on the next fishing trip. The two made an appointment, headed for the water, and began to unload. The warden couldn’t believe his eyes. His neighbor had no rods or reels, no bait, no trot lines... nothing. But he kept his mouth shut. He had come to learn.
They got in the boat, and went out in the middle of a large lake. When the boat was still, the great fisherman pulled out some dynamite, lit it, and threw it into the water. All kinds of fish began floating to the surface. “Do you know what you’re doing?” shouted the warden. “You must be nuts! You’ve just broken every ordinance in the book. I’m sworn by the laws of this state, friendship or no friendship, to see that you are punished. I’ve never seen anything like this, I...” His buddy just kept scooping up fish as fast as he could, then lit another stick of dynamite, handed it to him, and said “Are you going to talk, or are you going to fish?”
We are called to be fishers of men. Too many Christians spend their time talking, but never wet a hook. (I’m not recommending the use of explosives.) God has a remnant of people He wants to use to claim lives and territory for Jesus Christ. So as God’s army, let me ask you: Are you going to talk, or are you going to fish?
MEMORY VERSE
Let us therefore lay aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light (Romans 13:12).
