THE FISHERMAN & HIS
CONGREGATION
(Chris
Fabry’s Spiritually Correct Bedtime Stories 1995)
A
faithful pastor who tried hard to keep his work and family life balanced loved
to fish on his day off. The stroll to the lake and the fresh air made him
forget the weight and worry of his small congregation. Though he loved to fish,
he rarely caught anything.
One
beautiful Monday morning he baited his hook and cast it far into the lake.
Immediately
he felt a strong tug and reeled in an enormous fish. But before he could take
the hook out, the fish looked at him and said, “Pray let me live, good sir. I
am really an enchanted man formerly known as a prince; I only appear to be a
Northern Pike. Put me back in the water and let me go.”
“I
could never hurt a talking fish,” the pastor said. “Swim away in peace.” So the
fish left him.
At
the board meeting the next day the pastor said, “What a grand fish I caught
yesterday. He said he was an enchanted prince.”
“What
did you do with him?” asked the head of the board.
“I
threw him back,” replied the pastor.
“You
didn’t ask him for anything?”
“No.
What should I have asked for?”
“Ah,”
groaned the deacon. “We worship in this hovel of a church with leaky pipes and
a hissing radiator. Our nursery is musty, we have no kitchen to speak of, and
our songbooks are falling apart. Go back and tell the fish we want a beautiful
sanctuary and some new hymnals.”
The
pastor did not like the idea, but he was terrified of the leadership of the
church. So he stood at the water’s edge and called,
“0
fish that I caught, I’m in water that’s hot. There’s none in the nation like my
congregation that sends me to beg of thee.”
The
fish came swimming to him and asked, “What does your
congregation want?”
“They
say I should have asked you for a new sanctuary and, if you could spare them,
some nice new hymnals to replace the old ones.”
“Go
back to the church then,” said the fish. “They are in the sanctuary already.”
When
he returned he saw huge stained-glass windows, a fountain flowing from the
baptistery and sparkling red hymnals in the racks on the back of each cushioned
pew.
Everyone
was quite pleased for about a week.
After
the service the next Sunday, the pastor was greeting people when a member
whispered in his ear, “The sermons you give are not seeker-friendly.”
“And
what would you have me to do?” asked the pastor.
“Go
back to the fish and ask him for a new computer and a CD/ROM version of
Complete Pastoral Stories and illustrations for the Unchurched,” said the
member.
Though
he hated asking the fish for another favour, the pastor went back and called
out toward the water,
“0
fish that I caught, I’m in water that’s hot. There are constant frustrations
with my illustrations, so they’ve sent me again to thee.”
“What
is it this time?” asked the fish.
“I
need to be more seeker-friendly so that we might bring more unchurched into the
services,” said the pastor. “Could you possibly spare a few multimedia aids
that might bring my technique up to speed?”
“Very
well,” said the fish. “Your new computer is already there, and the software is
preloaded.”
The
following Sunday the pastor’s message was “Fifteen Minutes to an Eternal
Relationship.” The sermon was well received because it was filled with stories,
illustrations and pop culture allusions, and, of course, it lasted only fifteen
minutes.
All
went well until Wednesday night, when several urgent personal needs were
brought to the pastor’s attention.
“We
need you to counsel these individuals and help them overcome their problems,”
one elder said. “How can I spend time with my seeker-friendly message, get the
church’s administrative work done, be a good husband and father, and still
counsel all these by myself?” the poor pastor asked.
“We’ll
send you to a men’s conference next year with, thousands of others who are in
their warrior stage,” said the elder. “For right now go tell the fish to make
you a good counselor.”
The
fish was waiting at the edge of the water with his fin on his chin. “Back so
soon?” he said.
“Yes,
‘my church wants my total commitment to counsel our members,” the pastor said.
“My
days are filled with message preparation, administrative chores and visitation,
and they still want me to be God’s man in the family with perfect children and
a Proverbs 31 wife.”
“Have
you been to any men’s conferences?” said the fish.
“I’m
supposed to go next year,” answered the pastor.
“Until
then, I’ve provided you with Micro-Psych, the new Windows counselling software,
and your wife can now accompany you on the piano.”
The
pastor returned home and found these improvements. He also discovered that both
his children suddenly had beautiful smiles and could recite numerous memory
verses through their pearly white teeth. Alas,
the congregation still was not happy.
“We
want to be the number-one member who was very into church growth statistics.
“My
research shows we can achieve a 300 percent growth spurt with a new gymnasium,
professional musicians, lasers, a bus ministry and a drive-in theater that
broadcasts our service from a huge parking lot.”
“Don’t
you think that’s a bit much?” asked the pastor. “We’re having a hard time
keeping track of all the people as it is. Plus, how could we take an offering
with all those people at the drive in?”
“Haven’t
you ever heard of in-line skates?” asked the member. “It’s a perfect ministry
for our teens.”
Though
he tried, the pastor could not talk the church out of sending him to the fish
again.
“0
fish in the lake, you may think me a flake, to ask for a union with a skating
communion, but they say we’ll be number one.”
“Let
me guess,” said the fish. “Church growth?”
“How
did you know?” said the pastor.
“I
saw some of your members fishing yesterday in a stream north of here that’s
lined with willows. It’s a very nice creek, but it’s a mistake to make it run
through your particular church setting.”
“I
wish I could convince them otherwise,” said the pastor.
So
the fish gave them all they asked, and the church became number one in the
entire kingdom.
Articles
were published about it in major news magazines. But with all their success, the
people of the congregation couldn’t sleep for thinking what they could do next.
A
group of concemed members gathered one morning for breakfast and decided to ask
for a king to be appointed from the church who would have absolute rule.
“Can’t
we be content with being number one?” said the pastor. “We had twenty-five
thousand people last weekend!” But the members would not relent.
As
he approached the lake, black clouds gathered and thunder roared overhead.
Lightning flashed, and the fish appeared on the water. The pastor trembled
before him.
“They
want a king,” said the pastor.
“A
king?” said the fish. “Go back to them and rejoice, because they have needed
this all along.”
When
the pastor returned, he was astonished. The stained glass was gone. The buses,
the parking lot, the theatre screen, the gymnasium and most of the people were
gone too.
In
their place, restored to its original condition, was their little church.
Today
the congregation worships there in humility. Every time they sing from their
battered hymnals or hear the leaky radiator clang, they thank the true King for
their pastor and promise not to ask so much of him ever again.