Fishing

One of my dearest and oldest friends often says, "I'm never going to turn to religion. It's just not me."

Part of me smiles. I am well acquainted with his stubbornness. Party because I recognise it in myself. I try to explain to him that the disposition of his heart now is not what determines where he'll end up with Him. I don't imagine Paul was a particularly avid fan of Jesus before he encountered Him.

And another part of me feels that there is an analogy to be made between the human heart and a fish in the ocean. The fish that thrashes most furiously when it is in the net and about to be taken aboard the boat.

That part of me hopes so desperately that his thrashing is an indication that he is about to breathe for the first time.

If only it were possible for the aches of a heart to translate to new life.