A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 7

The sun was high when I walked through the door, Esther just arched her eyebrows and asked, “Breakfast or lunch?”

“Babe, I’m sorry I’m late”

“Never mind that Simon, Eli told me what happened.  You must be exhausted, you fished all night and then you are gone all morning.  Where were you?  What is happening?”  Breakfast or lunch?”

“Just some bread and olives will be fine, we cooked some fish for breakfast and ate while we talked.”

“And what did you talk about with this Jesus?  How to build a table or fit at door?  Or were you teaching him how to fish?  What do you even have in common with this man?” The questions rolled out, one after another.

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A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 6

Another night of fishing and we were just beaching the boat when Andrew spotted a large school just off the shore, we grabbed our throw nets and waded out to try our luck. 

We had caught plenty through the night, but you fished when there were fish.  There was no telling what tomorrow night might hold for us.

Just up the shore, John and James were cleaning their nets under the watchful eye of their father.  Old man Zebedee was just plain nasty, he growled and cussed as the crew got things tidied up for the day. It seemed that he demanded more from his sons then he did of the hired hands who helped out.

Too old to fish himself, he was there every morning to make sure that he wasn’t cheated out of his share as owner of the boat and always demanded to know why his sons hadn’t caught more or bigger fish, “Why in my day. . .”  Soon his raging just became part of the background.

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A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 5

Peter? I don’t know, I kind of like, Simon, calling you Peter would just seem strange, especially when I was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, I’d feel like I was cheating on the Simon I married.”.

“As long as it’s me you are whispering sweet nothings to, you can call me anything you like, but I don’t think the entire Peter thing is going to catch on.  I’d have to wear a sign, “The fisherman formerly known as Simon”. 

I had been telling Esther about my encounter with Jesus the night before and she was bubbling with questions. 

What was he like?  Do we have any friends in common?  Is he married?  What did he mean by changing the world?

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A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 4


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And Simon, don’t be a jerk.”

“Me?  A Jerk? Come on Andrew, you know me better than that.”

“Exactly, don’t be a jerk.  Give Jesus a chance.”

We had just arrived at the home where Jesus was staying, and I was getting last minute instructions before we went in.

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A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 3

I know he’s a grown man, but a little courtesy never hurt anyone.”  I was a little put out, Esther had prepared dinner for all of us and Andrew hadn’t shown up.

“Simon, don’t worry about it, you ate his share so it’s fine, really.” 

Esther and her mother were puttering around in the kitchen, while I was getting things ready for work and I wasn’t a happy camper.  Andrew had better start pulling his share or Esther’s kid brother, Eli, would be getting a lot more work from me.

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A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 2

The path from the beach to the house was so familiar that I could almost walk it in my sleep, and probably have.

As I finally trudged around the corner, exhausted from another night fishing and saw our home I could almost feel the weight drop off my shoulders.

Esther was hanging out clothes to dry, her back was to me, and as I watched her body shift under her dress as she bent to her basket, I marvelled again at how lucky I was.

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A Fisherman’s Tale – Chapter 1

Stupid, stupid, stupid!  He said I would do it and I did it.’’  And then, to add insult to injury the rooster crowed, stupid bird.

Could anything else go wrong?  Looking around to make sure no one had witnessed my betrayal I looked him straight in the eye and my world fell apart.

It seemed like I had known him forever, but had I really ever known him at all?

It started three years ago, just thirty-six months but what a ride it had been:

We were mending our nets on the shores of Gennesaret, it hadn’t been a bad night fishing, but it hadn’t been great and I just wanted to get the gear cleaned up and go home to Esther.

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A Fisherman’s Tale

I’ve always wondered what the Jesus story looked like through the eyes of Peter, and so I’ve decided to try telling it from the view of the fisherman.

From my first reading of the Gospels, he was the Apostle that I most identified with. A fisherman called to become a Fisher of Men, impulsive, speaking before he thinks and besides I always picture him with a beard

Calling it the Gospel According to Peter seemed a bit presumptuous, so I settled on A Fisherman’s Tale. Each Wednesday I will post a new chapter, and when we get to the end then we’ll see what happens.

Hope you enjoy Peter’s journey and would love to hear your comments.

This article originally appeared at pennofdenn.com