Follow Me (You Smell Like Fish)

DA0J1dicQ76uxpzK5PR5_PR_4040_retinaInsecurity. Maybe it’s a me thing. I question my clothing choices like some sort of Spanish Inquisitor. I scrutinize every choice I make and wonder how it will affect others’ approval of me. Even something as simple as what I order at a restaurant becomes a major ordeal of “is this healthy enough? Is this hip enough? Maybe I should order something smaller?”.

Insecurity. Maybe it’s a woman thing. I listen as my friend sits across the table and feels the need to justify her piercing. I watch as a teenage girl is emotionally destroyed by inability to make her accessories complement her hairstyle. I see hundreds of women selling themselves for some small sense of being loved.

Insecurity. Maybe it’s a human thing. It’s with the child that cries when their parent is out of arm’s reach. It haunts the man who works himself into the ground to prove himself as a provider. It motivates the person who religiously logs into social media to check their status in the world.

Insecurity consumes us. It’s an obsession. It can become our identity.

But then Jesus walks by, and He says, “Follow me, and I will make you become fishers of men” (Mark 1:17).

The men he first said this to – they weren’t nice-smelling, clean, perfectly accessorized, religious people. In fact, they probably smelled like fish . . . sweaty, dirty fish.

Jesus could have easily said to them, “Follow me . . . but take a shower first!”

Instead, His call is simply to follow. He calls us where we are – fish stink and all.

He also doesn’t say, “Follow me, and make yourselves into fishers of men.” That’s what I think I have to do – work hard and make myself good enough. Christ is kind enough to not leave us to that. Instead, He takes the responsibility off our shoulders. His command is to “follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” He does the transforming.

He says, “your identity is not in what you can do, it is in what I will do in you.”

Following Him means hearing the call where I am and submitting to His changes. Only Jesus can change me and make me someone useful and valuable to Him. No amount of time in front of the mirror or right decisions or social media notifications can do that.

This is my struggle. I know that He is working in me and His opinion is all that matters, but I’m still insecure. My view of the Savior is still too small.