A story from the weekend…
Matthew 4:19-20 ~ "Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." At once they left their nets and followed him.
On the Road To Emmaus after everyone had gone to bed I took a few minutes to visit one of the chapels. As I walked in I became instantly and acutely aware – in a physical sense – that I was in a Holy place. I stood there with my elbows perched on a bureau, soaking in the richness. Without warning Jesus appeared at my side. He was concerned for me. He placed His hand on the back of my head. The palm of His hand rested in the small of my neck and His arm ran directly down my spine. I wondered if He was protecting me from the enemy, as He had done before, but the Evil One was nowhere to be found nor any of his minions.
"You are falling behind," said Jesus. "You haven’t dropped your nets and at this pace you won’t finish the race."
