“Papa, Mama, I had a dream that I’m going to be used by God.”
Papa and Mama Fish stared at their 800th son, their mouths hanging open. They wondered if they heard him right. Mama Fish was the first to recover as she swam towards her son.
“Are you sure about this, dear?” She said, touching her fin to his, the look of concern written all over her face.
“Yes, Mama. I have a special duty to perform.”
Papa fish guffawed. “Listen to me, Son fish. We’re fishes. We don’t get used by God. We get eaten by bigger fishes and people if we get caught or we spawn till we’re aged.”
“But dear,” Mama Fish responded, “Don’t you think…”
“Nonsense, Mama fish." Papa Fish dismissed, "Son fish is dreaming.”
Leaving his parents to argue, Son fish swam out of the home cave and bumped into his brother at the entrance into their home cave.
“I heard everything. So you think you’re special huh?” He smirked.
“I don’t know if I’m special,” he fluttered his fins like a shrug, “I just know that I’m going to be used by God.”
“Huh!” Said his brother and blew bubbles at him.
Son fish glided out of the cave and felt an unusual current of water sucking him away. He swam and glided until he saw a bright light in the distance. It was brighter than any light he’d seen, even brighter than the sun piercing through the continental shelf.
Curiosity got the better of him and he swam towards the light. He swam until he reached the outer fringes of their territorial waters, following still after the bright light. Tired, exhausted but determined, he pushed on and closed in on the bright light. It settled on the spot where he stopped. Just then another rush of current swirled up fine sand. When the dust settled, he saw a shiny button on the sea bed. He dove down and picked it up with his mouth. It must have been a treasure of inestimable value.
When bubbles popped up around, he knew the familiar sound and fear tugged at his heart. He had gone far, too far for Papa Fish to rescue him. A huge grey fish swam steadily in his direction. Son fish determined to keep the treasure safe and swam as fast as he could; the big fish hot on the chase. The swish swash of strong current spun him above till he came face to face with fate. Clenching his jaws tight against the shiny button, he waited. The big fish lunged at him and in that moment when he expected sharp teeth sinking into his flesh instead strong current pushed him up out of the grasp of the big fish.
A few seconds later he heard another familiar clunk in the water, the same clunk father fish warned about but this time he knew what he had to do. With the gold button firmly in his mouth, he opened wide just enough to accommodate the hook that pierced his jaw. The hook tugged and pulled him through the water up into the hands of a kind looking, bearded fisherman in flowing white tunic. He wriggled and thrashed himself against the wooden boat as the fisherman removed the hook from his mouth and peered closely to retrieve the gold button.
The fisherman smiled, wiped the gold coin and flung Son fish into a basket. Son fish thrashed one more time, feeling exhilarated. Even as he took his last breath, there was a knowing deep down that he had just been used for the Master.
“And when they were come to Capernaum, they that received tribute money came to Peter, and said, Doth not your master pay tribute?
He saith, Yes. And when he was come into the house, Jesus prevented him, saying, What thinkest thou, Simon? of whom do the kings of the earth take custom or tribute? of their own children, or of strangers?
Peter saith unto him, Of strangers. Jesus saith unto him, Then are the children free. Notwithstanding, lest we should offend them, go thou to the sea, and cast an hook, and take up the fish that first cometh up; and when thou hast opened his mouth, thou shalt find a piece of money: that take, and give unto them for me and thee.” Matthew 17:24-27
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