John 21: 1-19

+ I am fond of using a great quote from the British literarycritic, A. Alvarez.

He said, essentially, it’s good to be an apprentice.

You learn the task—in this case, of poetry—so that “when the Deviltakes you by the throat and shakes you,” it is then, that you’ll know what todo.

It is then, that you become a poet.

It has been great advice.

And I think it’s advice that can be used in multiple situations.

So, the question for all of you this morning is: When the so-called“Devil” takes YOU by the throat and shakes you, what do you do?

What do you do when you find yourself at the left hand of God, aphrase that comes from Fr. Richard Rohr about being in a bad place in yourlife?

What do you do when the bad things of this life are thrown at you?

Do you shut down, and curl up and just wait for it to pass?

Do you freeze up and just brace yourself for it?

Do you react and rage at the injustice of it?

Or do you confront it all?

When the “Devil” takes me by the throat, when I find myself at theleft hand of God (and I’ve been there MANY times in my life!) do you know whatI do?

I make myself busy.

When I was diagnosed with cancer, when my father died verysuddenly, when any of the bad things happen, I just get busy.

I do something.

Anything.

Because not doing something is worse than the “Devil”’s cold handon my throat.

However, I will say this: when my mother died, I shut down to alarge extent.

I did not do something simply because I couldn’t do anything.

The shock of her death and the deep level of emotional painprevented me from doing anything.

And that, to me, was so much worse.

Doing something in the face of the “Devil”—doing something whenyou find yourself on the left hand of God—is so much more important thanfreezing up and collapsing.

In this morning’s Gospel, we find the Apostles doing somethingvery much like that.

They aren’t sitting around doing nothing.

They are doing some thing.

They are keeping busy.

In the wake of the murder of Jesus, in the wake of hisresurrection, in the wake of his appearing to them—in the wake of this unusual,extraordinary activity in their lives—they do the most ordinary thing in theirlives.  

They go fishing.

They pick up their nets and they go out onto the water.

No doubt, considering all that had happened to them in theprevious days and weeks, their minds were reeling.  

But, now, they are doing something they knew how to do.

Something that gave them some comfort, no doubt.   

Fishing is what they did, after all.

Fishing is what their fathers did and no doubt what theirgrandfathers and great-grandfathers did as well.

Fishing was in their blood.

It was all they knew—until Jesus came into their lives.  

And, no doubt, when the extraordinary events of Jesus’ murder and resurrectionhappened, the only way they could find some normalcy in their life was by goingfishing.

The fact is, this is probably the last time they would ever gofishing together.

Their old life had once and for all passed away with the voicethat called to them from the shore.  

Their jobs as fishermen would change with the words “Feed mysheep.”

In that instant, they would go from fishermen to shepherds.

No longer would they be fishing for actual fish.

Now they would be the feeding the sheep of Jesus’ flock.

That symbolic number of 153 seems to convey to us that the worldnow has become their lake.

And what is particularly poignant about all of this is Jesusdoesn’t come into their lives to change them into something else.

He comes into their lives and speaks to them in language theyunderstand.

He could have said to them: “Go out and preach and convert.”

But to fishermen and shepherds, that means little or nothing.  

They are fishermen, not rabbis or priests.

They are not theologians.

Instead, Jesus says, “Feed my sheep.”

This they would understand.

 In those simple words, theywould have got it.  

And when he says “feed my sheep,” “Shepherd my sheep,” it was notjust a matter of catching and eating.

It was a matter of catching and nurturing.

And this calling isn’t just for those men back then.

That voice from the shore is calling us too.

In a sense, we are called by Jesus as well to be shepherds likePeter and the fellow apostles.  

And those around us—those who share this world with us—are theones Jesus is telling us to feed.

It isn’t enough that we come here to church on a Sunday morning tobe fed.

A lot of us think that’s what church is about.

It’s about me being fed.

It’s about me being nurtured.

To some extent, yes.

But, if all we do is come to church to be fed and then not to turnaround and feed others, we are really missing the point.

We, in turn, must go out and feed.  

And this command of Jesus is important.

Jesus asks it of Peter three times—one time for each time Peterdenied him only a few weeks before.  

Those words of Jesus to Peter are also words to us as well.

In the wake of the devastating things that happen in our lives,the voice of Jesus is a calm center.

Amid the chaos of the world, the calm, cool voice of Jesus isstill saying to us, as we cope in our ordinary ways, “feed my sheep.”

Because, it is in these strange and difficult times that peopleneed to be fed and nourished.  

Not just by me, the priest, only.

But by all of us—all of who call ourselves followers of Jesus.

It is in times like these that we need to be fed, and it is intimes like these that we need to feed others as well.

That, in a sense, is what it means to be a Christian.

Following Jesus, as we all know, is not easy.  

The fact is: it’s probably the hardest thing one can do.  

Jesus is not present to us as he was present to those fishermen inthis morning’s Gospel.

He is not cooking us a breakfast when we come back from ordinarywork.  

This God of Jesus, this God he keeps telling us to love and toserve, is sometimes a hard God to love and serve.

Loving a God who is not visible—who is not standing before us, inflesh and blood, is not easy.  

And I’m sure I don’t have to tell anyone here this morning: lovingour neighbors—those people who share our world with us—as ourselves, is noteasy by any means.

It takes constant work to love.

It takes constant discipline to love as Jesus loved.  

It takes constant work to love ourselves—and most of us don’t loveourselves—and it takes constant work to love others.

But look at the benefits.  

Look at what our world would be like if we loved God, if we lovedourselves and loved others as ourselves.  

It was be ideal.  

It would truly be the Kingdom of God, here on earth.  

It would be exactly what Jesus told us it would be like.

But to do this—to bring this about—to love God, to love ourselves,to love each other, it’s all very hard work.

Some would say it’s impossible work.  

There are people, I’ll confess, I don’t want to love.

I don’t want to love those people who hurt me, or who hurt peopleI actually do love.

Sometimes I can’t love them.

I’m not saying I hate them.

I’m just saying that sometimes I feel nothing for a person who haswronged me or one of my loved ones.

In that instant, it really is hard to be a follower of Jesus.

Certainly, it seems overwhelming at times.  

Let’s face it, to live as Jesus expects us to live, to serve asJesus calls us to serve, to love as Jesus loves—it would just be so much easierto not do any of it.   

Being a Christian means living one’s life fully and completely asa follower of Jesus.

It means being a reflection of God’s love and goodness in theworld.

 A quote you’ve heard me share many, many time is this one of  St. Augustine: “Being a Christian meansbeing an Alleluia from head to toe.”

That word “Alleluia” means what? It means “praise God.”

It means being praising God even when the bad things in lifehappen.

It means being an Alleluia—praising God—in our service to others, whenwe would rather just go fishing.

It means, occasionally, going and feeding the sheep rather thangoing off fishing and being a busybody when the bad things in life happen. 

In the midst of all the things in the world that confuse us—as westruggle to make sense of the world—the voice of Jesus is calling to us and istelling us to “feed my sheep.”

Because in feeding those sheep, you know what happens: we too arefed.

In nurturing Christ’s sheep, we too are nurtured.

See, it all does work out.

But we have to work at it for it to work out.

So, let us do just that.

Let us feed those Jesus calls us to feed.

And let us look for the Alleluia of our lives in that service toothers.

In finding the Alleluia amidst the darkness, we—inour bodies and in our souls—become—from our head to our toes—truly an Alleluia.

Amen.