A Sermon by Pastor Tom Lacey . . .

winning the lotto—jesus style

Luke 5:1-11, Preached at Congregational Church of Boca Raton, February 14, 2010

          Two blonde friends, Jenny and Jane, went together to play the slot machines at a casino. They agreed that whoever finished their allotted gambling money first would sit on the beach and wait for the other to get done. Jane quickly lost all of her money and left. She waited and waited and waited and waited. After what seemed an eternity, she saw her friend Jenny coming toward her carrying a huge sack of coins! “Hey, Jenny,” said Jane, “how’d you do?” “Boy, did I find a good slot machine!” said Jenny. “It’s way in the back. I’ll show it to you, you can’t lose. Every time you put in a dollar four quarters come out!”

In August 1989 then President George Bush and family were vacationing at Kennebunkport, Maine. Mr. Bush went out fishing. He was very confident of catching bluefish. A flotilla of press boats followed in order to record every moment of his expected angling success. George Bush did not catch any fish that day, or the next, or the next, or the next. Others in his boat were getting strikes while the President was striking out. The media reported this. By the tenth day, without so much as a bluefish nibble, a local newspaper began publishing a “fish watch.” That paper ran a drawing of a bluefish inside the international symbol for NO. The White House spin-doctors went into high gear. They claimed that others in the presidential fishing party had caught fish “under the President’s careful tutelage.”

Finally, President Bush turned to prayer. Within an hour after worshiping at the Congregational Church, President Bush landed a two-foot, ten-pound bluefish to put an end to his 19 day-long jinx. Reporters and Secret Service agents in boats began honking their horns and cheering. It was victory at sea. Paul Bedard, A Washington Times reporter, said that this was “like the end of a war.” When the Fidelity returned to dock, the mood was as wild as election night. Barbara Bush thrust her fist high in the air in celebration. Relatives shouted for joy. Grandchildren kissed him. And President Bush cleaned the 10-pound bluefish with gusto on a rock ledge in front of his house. (Nash and Zullo, The Fishing Hall of Shame, NY: Bantam, Doubleday, Dell, 1991).  Looks like prayer really does help, in lots of different ways.

Now you know how Peter, Andrew, James and John must have felt in our text when Jesus comes along and answers their prayers. However unlike President Bush’s experience, Simon Peter, Andrew, James and John were not vacationing. For them, fishing was a tough, exhausting profession. It was a livelihood that forced them out onto the lake in the wee hours of the night and kept them busy all day. There was much to do in repairing nets and boats. They were able to scrape by most of the time but to a great extent their livelihood was dependent on luck. Sometimes, despite all their hard work they, like the President, were skunked—but skunked for them meant empty purses and bellies.

Then, Jesus comes on the scene and the foursome hit pay dirt. They caught more fish in that one haul than all year combined. Jackpot! They won the Lotto!  If this were where that story ended, it would be an interesting but inconsequential little miracle. It might feed our desires for a gospel of success in business and good grades in school, but it would hardly be worthy of our Lord Jesus Christ. The truth is, a person can have full nets, a ton of bluefish, but still have an empty life.

Picture this: You’re standing in the courtesy counter line at Publix Super Market to buy a Lotto ticket and you see a vision of Jesus who gives you six numbers. You ask the clerk for those numbers. That night, those numbers are the winning numbers. You learn you’ve won half a million dollars. Then, that same vision of Jesus appears and tells you not to cash in that lotto ticket but to follow him. What would you do? If you were Peter, Andrew, James and John what would you have done? First, Jesus gives you a fortune in fish, and then he tells you to leave it rot and follow him in a new enterprise. Is this smart? Is this reasonable? Could you turn your back on so such a winning? That’s exactly what the boys did. The Bible says, “They left everything and followed him.” They left that winning lotto ticket on the shore for any passerby to find. But they are the ones remembered thousands of years later. They went for the real treasure.

Now I’m not saying we’re all going to be remembered if we choose something better over something we desire; it’s just that sometimes we’re not looking at things the right way. In his 1970 book The Harried Leisure Class, Staffan Linder challenged the notion that time equals money. More money, he said, means more shopping and therefore less time. More recently, Juliet Schor argued in The Overworked American that the American workweek has been getting longer since the 1950’s—that we are a harried working class. Whether harried from working or from shopping, we buy our homes in the suburbs to "get away from it all," which increases our commute. As a reward for the long hours at work, we build homes that are on average twice as large as those built fifty years ago, only to find they require double the cleaning and yard work, or we have to pay someone else thousand of dollars a year to clean it, which puts in more of a financial bind. We buy labor-saving appliances and then feel the need to enroll in the local fitness club, and spend time there. The cycle of consumption leaves us rich in things but poor in time.

We’re searching but not finding; spinning wheels but only going a little way. We’re winning, but how come we don’t feel we’ve gained much? The truth is people are in search of God, of the ultimate winner, and will write or read endless numbers of books telling one how to find God, how to find the good life, how to be happy, how to win at life. And many churches have adopted the slogan, “Catch the Spirit.” But this is backwards. We are not to set our sights on catching or getting, because when it comes to winning and God, the rules change. It’s not our plans that come first; it’s not our designs that matter. God isn’t our first mate on the fishing boat of life. The Lord is supposed to tell us where to fish.

The truth is that we cannot find God, but there are places we can go and things we can do where God can find us! We are invited to be caught by a spirit that helps us bring some sanity and clarity to our harrying and hurrying life. Susan Lawley was a vice president at Goldman Sachs, with a six-figure salary, a fine husband, a delightful 11-year-old son, two houses, and European vacations. Driving home one night from work, she began to cry. She pulled over. Later, she reflected, “I realized that night, as usual, I’d miss seeing my son because he was already in bed. I realized that life is too short to live like that.” She quit her job and became a consultant working out of her home. It’s so hard for us to be caught by the Spirit when we are caught by a job that takes us away from all things important. I may be touching a nerve of some who were raised on the Protestant work ethic. We think, without me, without my sacrifices, where would my company or business be? But, the hard truth is that no success or corporate title can replace those times when your son leaned his head on your chest and fell asleep. No limousine or private jet makes up for not being there when your daughter is growing from a child into a young lady. Time spent with your child isn’t a distraction from the main event. It is the main event. These are family values that value families.

Today, people want a religion that gives them stuff. We want to feel good all over. And so some preachers like to show just certain parts of God, the easy parts, the nice parts, the fun parts. God forgives us and loves us are very marketable phrases. But that’s not the whole story. Peter saw beyond that vast catch of fish to see God’s power over all of life including a million fish, over his life as it had been lived up to that point, of how much losing he had been doing. When Jesus asked him to come with him, Peter realized this was his chance to win truly, to do well, to be good. But he never gained anything. Peter never won anything after that. He ended up walking barefoot, wearing the only clothes he owned, going house to house, asking for food, lodging, and a chance to speak about God's kingdom. Man, he was brave. Now I'm sure he didn't quite comprehend what he had gotten himself into, and the gospels reveal a man overly self-confident in himself and misunderstanding Jesus' message. But with Jesus, Peter had touched something on fire, something powerful, someone truly good. Above all the mundane activities of his existence, beyond all the doubts of the significance of his life, past all the cruelties and injustices of his actions toward others, Peter found God, the Lord who, looking at him straight in the eyes, said, "You are the one, the right one. I need you." To his eternal credit, he took his chances.

About a century ago, James J. Hill bought up the stock of the St. Paul and Pacific Railroad when everyone else thought it was worthless. That became a railroad empire. William Henry Seward purchased frigid Russian territory in 1867 that cost seven million at a time when we were still trying to pay off Civil War debts. “Seward’s Folly” is now called Alaska, our richest natural resource. Peter, Andrew, James and John apparently traded away a fish fortune for nothing solid, but came away winners! Today, we praise Hill and Seward for getting their money’s worth. I’ve never heard anyone fault Peter, Andrew, James and John for ending up apostles instead of fishermen.

What often looks wrong turns out right; what looks foolish in the eyes of the world is God’s handiwork; what some think is losing is winning and winning big. I do hope you win the Lotto some day, if you play. I also hope you will give to the church. But I hope even more, much more, that you let God win you, and you give your life to God. That’s winning, Jesus style.


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