Fishers of Men

I love the church we have been attending. The pastor is such a sincere man who preaches boldly, but with grace. Today's message was on Luke 5:1-11, where Jesus casts the fishing nets and captures so many fish, the nets break from the strain. It's hard for me not to find a special meaning meant just for me in such a sermon. So rich is our Father in heaven, how can I not trust in His ability to provide beyond imagination?

The book of James is a wonderful and horrible book. It comforts and accuses with the same stroke of the pen. It is the passage in that book (1:27) that has nagged at me for years, simultaneously calling and condemning me.

About five years ago, Jeremy and I completed the training to be foster parents. We were answering the call to look after orphans and widows in their distress. We ultimately did not submit the final paperwork to be certified. The process was too political and we were told that our answer to a particular question was unacceptable. We decided that the door was being closed and we were content to allow the opportunity to pass.

Then came two beautiful little girls and two years of often painful soul-searching. That call is audible again and, this time, doors are opening and we are walking in faith and not stumbling.

On Tuesday I will attend an information meeting at a local adoption agency. I have a lot of questions prepared. As long as the door remains open, I will continue to walk, not by sight, but by faith for with God, all things are possible.