Hornswoggled in His Love! by Ross Shultz - HTML preview

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 It wasn’t a dream

After a year or so Andrew returned back to Capernaum and took  off where he had left before going to Jerusalem and learning under  the leadership of the Baptist. It was in the cool of a late afternoon,  looking up, Simon saw a man walking toward him on the beach.  Thinking little of it for this was a common occurrence, but in a few  minutes looking again, saw that it was Andrew. After their genuine  and affectionate greetings, both sat under the clear cooling sky, a    time that the birds gathered close to the shore to stock up on food  for the night ahead, they talked.   At first the brothers caught up on the day to day occurrences,  and then slowly worked their conversation to more important  issues. Now Andrew had a lot to say, and Simon was certainly  willing to listen. Simon was only running one boat now because  this was the time of the year that fishing fell off, but the larger of  the fish frequented these northern waters, making it still  profitable, even though the count was down. Both men leaned on  the side of the beached boat and talked, they talked about how the  fishing has been and they talked about what went on in Jerusalem.  Andrew was astonished with the happenings in and around the  river Jordan and felt his life, at least his soul, had been  rejuvenated, the reunion was great and it wasn’t hard to tell that  both enjoyed each other’s company, but as the sun was now  almost completely set, the two walked toward Simon home, and  would, that night, spend the entire evening together.

The next morning Andrew was to travel east to see their parents  and catch them up on the happenings of down south, and the  changes that were going on within him. He left with excitement,  and thought their parents also were looking forward to his return.

It wasn’t but a few days that Andrew and Simon were back  together fishing, leastwise when they could, they couldn’t fish as  much, the numbers were down, but the size and weight of each  fish had substantially improved. A living, they provided, but not  much more than that, but fishing is what they knew, and fishing is  what they did.

The two could easily keep up with the work, and still they had  plenty of time to spend sharing the many experiences that Andrew  had down south. He had an excitement in his voice, and pep in his  walk, Andrew was glad to be home, and not once did he ever  regret going to Jerusalem and meeting and listening to the man  called the Baptist. Although the rumors of the Messiah were all  over the countryside, Andrew heard the prophet explain in detail  the words that God had given him, and now the younger brother  wanted to share them. At times, while expounding on the events  prophesied, a small group would gather to listen to Andrew speak,  but probably not with the same authority that was carried in the  man standing in the river Jordan.

Now Simon would be what I’d call a skeptic, that is a man  wanting to learn, but then again wasn’t going to follow just  anybody’s ideas of a prophet, yet he wouldn’t write him off either.  He would set to heart the things that his younger brother told, yet  he wasn’t willing to jump over barrels; that is, jump to conclusions,  so he stashed the sayings away to be pondered later.

It was now getting to be close to noon, but this was one of those  days that they could afford to use in a different direction, so as  both sort of tinkered with getting the boat ship-shape, they talked;  well, really Andrew did most of the talking. A large gathering of  seagulls had congregated on the shore some hundred meters up  the coast, and about twice that many were making circles above  them. Both men stopped just to watch them. They were eating  something, what, no one knew, but it was enjoyable to watch the  hierarchy of the birds take their turn as some would glide in as    others would sail away. It was unrecognizable at that distance, but  the catch of the day could not be accredited, but to so many, it was  a feast. The day was nice, warm but not too hot, just one of those  days to get caught up with the chores that were left undone for the  last few days, and reacquaint themselves, and also to hear the  groundbreaking news from younger brother Andrew. Both  cherished days like this.

Andrew had much to say, and Simon was just as eager to hear.  Something was stirring intrigue inside of him, and wondered if the  Baptist, as told by his brother, was right in that the Messiah was to  come and rescue their land. Even though Simon had a wonderful  life, being married recently helped to fulfill his seen life; outwardly,  things couldn’t go better, but on the inside, something was still  missing. Emptiness filled the depths of his soul, and he knew the  desolation of the man within, for surely his man within had a  purpose, but was now emptied with a void. Business was good; his  wife was great, lots of friends, but hollowness was felt in the pit of  his stomach, especially when things got quiet. So he worked, and  work he was good at; successful, he was in every way, except when  no one was around but himself. He would often ponder in the  afternoons of what he called lazy days, a rainy or wind struck day,  he could only do so much, so he meditated on the things of life.  Somehow through all his thinking, he’d end up in the same place  he had started, a despondency of the richer things of living. He  had a wonderful wife, and their relationship was great, but what  I’m talking about is that deep lonesomeness that cannot be filled  with the stuff seen in this world, a yearning. Simon was not antsy,  nor was he looking for adventure, he just knew something was    missing, creating this void. With all the stories being told around  the country and Andrews’ first-hand knowledge, slowly a picture  was being formed within him, and the wandering of his mind took  him many places.

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A few months later John the Baptist was still drawing people by  the droves to the banks of the Jordan River. Some say he was  inflicting havoc, others thought him to definitely be a prophet, it  depended on whether you were a noble or a common man as to  which way you were swayed. But certainly his words were  powerful, and many climbed in that river with him. His claim was  to prepare a way, a path for the Messiah that He would be  welcomed and would walk through. A people readied for the  arrival of the soon to be revealed Christ. “The voice of one crying  in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord; Make His path  straight.” People listened, lives were changing, an awakening was  happening throughout all of Judea, but as of yet, he had not met  the Messiah. The Baptist himself claimed that it was God that  created his life for this purpose, and was following the Spirit in  every way, and would know the Messiah when that time came.

Yes, people were coming from all regions, and the Baptist made  quit-a-stir, most were everyday people and were moved to hear    this man that certainly was preparing the way of something, for he  held nothing back.

“But when he saw many of the Pharisees coming, he said to  them, ‘Brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to  come? Therefore bare fruits worthy of repentance, (change your  way of thinking), and do not think to say to yourselves, we have  Abraham as our father. For I say to you that God is able to raise up  children to Abraham from these stones… I indeed baptize you with  water unto repentance, (to change the way you think), but He who  is coming after me is mightier than I, whose sandals I am not  worthy to carry, He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and Fire.”  These words were powerful and many took them to heart, but few,  if any, completely understood a single one, but they were still hid  in the hearts of many of those that were listening. John didn’t care  what you thought about him, he was raised for a mission, he knew  his part, and he spoke with zeal.

It was not many days later that he met and baptized the Christ  of God.

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 In the early days of Jesus’ ministry he began to journey north,  some month or so after crossing back west from the wilderness on   the other side of Jordan, teaching along the way. Soon He found  himself in Capernaum, and walking along the shore, sky cloudy,  wind blowing, but a good day to travel, he saw two fishermen with  their father Jonah, casting a net into the waters of Galilee. As he  came closer he said to the younger men; “follow me, and I will  make you become fishers of men.” And immediately Simon and  Andrew looked at their dad, who shrugged his shoulders and then  leaving their nets to follow him, asked as he looked upon His being  with intrigue; “What shall we do Lord?” And he said; “change the  world.”

Simon had sensed an inner voice that spoke to him from the  marrow of his bones, and for some odd reason he knew it was the  right thing to follow this man, and he assumed Andrew felt the  same. They talked for several hours. Jesus and the brothers, under  the shade of the trees that grew within sight of the waters of  Galilee; and later that evening, as Simon was taking Jesus to his  meet his wife, a stir was heard. It was then, as they approached  his home, with the sun over their left shoulders, that his wife came  running out to meet him, and in an excited shrill voice, she  commenced to telling them about her sick mother.

Now Simon was a hardworking man, he learned this by the labor  of fishing with his dad Jonah ever since he could hold an oar at a  very young age. Working, and working hard and long, was not one  of Simons’ problems, but the gnawing from the inside was. Since  maybe the age of thirteen he had this gnawing from the inside that  there was more to his life than just catching fish, which he dearly    loved. He felt something that continued to grow within him, a  prickling, that was neither good nor bad, but was unrelenting and  nearly constant, a feeling of knowing something that he just didn’t  quite know. He’d talked with his wife about this several times and  he thought that she understood, at least as much as possible.  Simon normally really didn’t fret over what was going on inside  him, but the inner voice, which was a quiet voice, was the  steadiness of his life, the part that kept him uniform and grounded  to the earth, and knew this time it was to be adhered too. The  older of Jonah’s sons was a reactor, for he seldom just responded  to a situation, he would just plow into a problem and sort it out  later, patching together the pieces as he went. This yearning  within him would help as a reminder to keep his feet on the  ground, which seldom happened, but it helped. Being raised loving  the Lord God was established in him from his youth up, and he  loved the stories of old, especially the accounts of King David. It  was kind of like loving the Lord but not knowing how to love Him.

So when Jesus came up the shore of Galilee and said follow me,  Simon knew, that leaving with this man of authority was what he  was supposed to do, and he went with no hesitation.

After hearing of her mothers’ sickness, Jesus and the young men  went straight towards the center of town, and meeting James and  John, all followed Him. But first stopped by the synagogue, as that  was the direction Jesus led them. It was there that he healed a  man of an unclean spirit. It was there that the four were amazed  and questioned amongst themselves; “What is this? What new    doctrine is this? He commands even the unclean spirits, and they  obey Him.” And immediately they left the synagogue and went to  Simons’ mother-in-laws’ home, where his wife was already by her  side.

As if Jesus knew exactly what to do He and Simon went straight  to the bed side of the ailing mother-in-law. The mother-in-law, not  old, but not young by any means, lay nested on a pallet, a stack of  various blankets, near the window that had a stretch of cloth  draped about it. Having this fervent look about Him, Jesus walked  over and took the hand of the older woman and lifted her up, and  immediately the fever she had been inflicted with, left her.

Now with all the debate that was going on within Simon these  last years, he knew that where he was right now, this place with  this man, was where he was supposed to be, and his wife knew it  too, that is, that he was to walk with this man Jesus.

In the months ahead, Simon saw many wonderful, remarkable  things happen while walking with this man that was called Jesus.  He saw lepers healed, unclean spirits released from several people,  he saw the deaf hear, the blind that could now see and he heard  many parables and saying that Jesus spoke. Simon spent most of  his time with Jesus, but there were times that he would return to  his wife, and times that he spent alone. And it was the times  walking alone, sometimes by the shore that he noticed that when  he was with Jesus, things couldn’t be better, but in solitude, he still  had that nagging feeling. It was then that he’d decided to spend as  much time as he could with this man called Jesus. As long as he  was with Jesus, seeing and listening, things in his heart couldn’t be    better. In the mind of Simon, he’d never heard a man speak as this  man did, nor do the miracles that He could do, Simon was certainly  where he was supposed to be, and now his wife knew it too, with  this man that the Baptist called the Christ, the Messiah of Israel.  Was he waking up?