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A Lesson from an Old Fisherman

Feb 19, 20256 minSeason 1Ep. 1248
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Judging others can obscure our vision, while love lights the way forward. Join me on "Starting Right with Danny Mac" as we explore this powerful insight from Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Through the touching narrative of an encounter with an old fisherman, we'll uncover how kindness and acceptance can illuminate the soul. This simple yet profound tale invites us to see beyond appearances and embrace the transformative grace of understanding and compassion.

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Speaker 1

Good morning and welcome to Starting Right with Danny Mac . I'm going to be here every Monday to Friday to help you get a great five-minute start to your day . So grab your cup of coffee , sit back , relax and let me help you start your day right .

Great theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer in his book the Cost of Discipleship said Judging others makes us blind , whereas love is illuminating . By judging others , we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are . I think that being judgmental is something that we do very easily and very commonly .

We judge people by the way they're dressed or the way they talk , or by the friends they hang out with , or even by the car they drive or the color of clothes that they wear . It's very easy to try and judge other people , but often it leads to great mistakes .

Today I want to tell you a story that a lady wrote called the Day that I Met the Old Fisherman . Our house was directly across the street from the Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore , maryland . We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic . One summer evening , as I was fixing supper , there was a knock at the door .

I opened it to see a truly awful-looking fellow . He was an old fisherman . Why , he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old , I thought as I stared at the stooped and shriveled body . But the appalling thing was his face . It was lopsided from swelling , red and raw .

Yet his voice was pleasant and he said Good evening , I've come to see if you've a room for just one night . I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore and there's no bus till morning . The fisherman told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon , but with no success . I guess it's my face , he said .

I know it looks a little terrible , but my doctor says with a few more treatments . For a moment I hesitated , but his next words convinced me I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch . He said my bus leaves early in the morning . I smiled and told him we would find him a bed , but to rest on the porch .

I went inside and finished getting supper and when we were ready I asked the old fisherman if he would join us . No , thank you , I have plenty . And he held up a brown paper bag . When I had finished the dishes I went out on the porch to talk with him for a few minutes .

It didn't take long to see that the old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body . He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter , her five children and her husband who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury . He didn't tell it by way of complaint . In fact , every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing .

He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease , which was apparently a form of skin cancer . He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going and still allow him to fish .

At bedtime we put up a camp cot in the children's room for him , and when I got up in the morning the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch . He refused breakfast , but just before he left for his bus , haltingly , as if asking a great favor , he said "'Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment ?

Won't put you out a bit ? I can sleep fine in a chair' . He paused for a moment and then added "'Your children made me feel at home . Grown-ups are bothered by my face , but children don't seem to mind' . I told him he was welcome to come again On his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning .

As a gift he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen . He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh . I knew his bus left at 4 am and I wondered what time he got up in order to do this . In the years he came to stay overnight with us .

There was never a time the old fisherman did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden . Other times we received packages in the mail , always by special delivery Fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale , every leaf carefully washed .

Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he made , the gifts seemed doubly precious . When I received these little remembrances I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left the first time Did you keep that awful-looking man ? Last night I turned him away .

You can lose rumors by putting up with such people . Maybe we did lose rumors once or twice , but oh , if they had known him , perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear . I know our family will always be grateful to have known him . From him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God .

Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse . She showed me her flowers . We came to the most beautiful one of all , a golden chrysanthemum bursting with blooms , but to my surprise it was growing out of an old , dented , rusty bucket . I thought to myself , if this were my plant I'd put it in the loveliest container I had .

But my friend changed my mind . She said I ran short of pots and knowing how beautiful this one would be , I thought I wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail . It's just for a little while till I can put it out in the garden . She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly , but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven .

Here's my especially beautiful one . God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman , he won't mind starting out in a small body . It's true that when we judge people too quickly or too easily that we can miss out on some of the greatest blessings that God has for us .

Colossians 3.12 says Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves , you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy , kindness , humility , gentleness and patience . Humility , gentleness and patience . We must be constantly aware that God is wanting to use us to show his love to the people around us .

It's a choice that we need to make and a step of faith that we take . Let God use you and love other people through you , and you will be blessed for it . Have a great day , my friends . We will talk again tomorrow it have a great day , my friends . We will talk again tomorrow .

Thank you for listening today and I invite you to join me Monday to Friday , right here on Starting Right , with Danny Mac .

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