There is a ridiculous old story about an old fisherman who was enormously successful. Each morning he would take his small boat out on the lake and within a few hours he would return with a boat loaded with fish. People wondered, how did he do it?
One day a stranger showed up and asked the man if he could go with him. The next morning the two of them made their way out to a small cove where the fisherman stopped the boat and cut off the motor. Strangely he had no fishing equipment, just a small net and a rusty tackle box. Slowly dragging it over, the fisherman took out a stick of dynamite. Taking a match, he lit the fuse of the dynamite, held it for a moment and heaved it into the water. There was a terrific blast. Soon he was dipping up fish in his small net and filling up the boat.
After watching this, the stranger reached into his hip pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it up, he flashed the badge of a game warden. Somberly he said, "You're under arrest."
This didn't seem to rattle the fisherman in the least. He reached into the tackle box, pulled out another stick of dynamite, lit it, held it for a moment while the fuse burned on down, then handed it to the game warden. "Now," he said, "Are you just going to sit there or are you going to fish?"
Jesus doesn’t hand us a stick of dynamite but he does call us to fish.