As we overlooked the ocean with the Auckland church planting team, a fisherman walked by us with his tackle box and pole to fish. It was a reasonably long and sturdy looking pole, but it looked small in comparison to the rocks and the waves. I couldn't imagine what was in the tackle box, but the man seemed resolute, despite the obvious lack of size for such a task. As I watched him walk bravely to the waters edge, I began to see some parallels. We, whether we are discussing the South Pacific or any part of the world, are fisherman facing a giant ocean filled with a variety of incredible fish (or in our case men and women). We cross the rocks of this world and throw what seems to be a small hook from a small pole into the vast sea before us just hoping that someone will react to the incredible gospel that dangles from the hook.
