On a guided fishing trip with my oldest son last week, my grandson Hunter caught the biggest fish. Mine would have been bigger than his, but it got away. You believe that, right?
After several minutes trying to drown his live bait, Hunter made a terrible cast. That’s what the guide said at first, but then he saw the huge bass grab the bait when it hit the water. I wished we didn’t have to throw all the fish back.
Fishing requires patience. Knowing that helped me through the long waiting periods while wanting to make the next catch. The odds of two fishermen having a simultaneous catch couldn’t have been better than one in a million. So I’d be lying if I said that happened. Nope. The closest was about five minutes apart.
What do you suppose would be the odds for three people catching a fish at the same time? Maybe one in a trillion. Winning the lottery would be more likely.
Not only did we catch three nice fish at once, it happened on the last cast before we had to leave. You should believe that one because our guide took the picture to prove it.
I remembered another fish story. All night, two boats had dropped a long rectangular net, drawing it into an ever-decreasing circle. Peter had always caught fish, but not this time. Unbelievable. The next morning, after the fish would have moved to deeper water, Jesus tells him to try pulling the circle from the other side, which brought in all the fish that their boats could hold. Impossible, but it happened.
The Bible doesn’t tell us what Peter learned, but from my experience, I’m guessing it might be that we can expend the effort, but God controls the results.