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know that you
have repented! The wood chopper is ready to destroy every tree that is
not producing good fruit. Every bad tree he will cut down and throw
into the fire!" John turned his back on them.
"Look!" whispered Andrew in excitement. "There is the stranger we
met on the road!"
The Prophet had walked down into the water to begin baptizing those
who were waiting on the shore, but now he stopped and turned toward
the place where the Galilean was standing. He completely forgot the
crowd. In the silence Andrew could hear him protesting.
"No! No! No!" The Prophet stepped back in awe. "I am not worthy to
baptize you. You should baptize me!" The two fishermen could not
hear the Galilean's reply, but they saw him walk down into the water,
John the Baptizer leading. The people stood as though fascinated.
Recalling the incident later on, Andrew and John realized that their
tense concentration on the two men at the river had driven every other
thought from their minds.
John was baptizing the stranger. As he came up from the river, the
Galilean's face bore an expression of joy and praise which the
fishermen remembered as long as they lived. Some power had come
upon him.
"What happened, Andrew? What happened?"
Andrew did not hear; he was staring at the Galilean.

"Andrew!" John was insistent. "Something just happened. I don't
understand. What was it?"
Andrew murmured. "He must be a prophet too."
The people were talking excitedly. Everyone felt as John and Andrew
did. The Galilean had gone, and the Prophet was now baptizing the
others who waited. Shadows were creeping into the gorge as evening
approached. Groups started away toward the near-by towns.
"Did you hear what the Galilean said to John the Baptizer?" asked John.
Without answering, Andrew started toward the knot of people near the
Prophet, and John followed. Andrew asked a man beside him, "Did you
hear what the Galilean said to the Prophet?"
"Yes," the man answered. "He said, 'Every man must take his stand on
God's side.'" Before Andrew could say any more the Prophet spoke. He
knew what the people were thinking.
"Upon the head of this man of Galilee I saw the Spirit of God settle like
a dove from the sky," he declared. "God has chosen him to do His
work!"
[Illustration]

2. FISHERS OF MEN
The morning sun was breaking over the hills that closed in the Lake of
Galilee on the east. Fog was thick over the water, but the fishermen in
the two boats that lay a short distance from the shore knew the sun had
risen, for the mist was full of white light. Between the boats was a great
net, partly under water. The fishermen, two in each boat, were pulling
the opposite edges over the side into the bottom of their boats. Their
breath hung in the chilly air. Andrew had returned to Galilee after his
trip to Judea and was working with his brother, Simon.
"I wouldn't mind hard work if we could catch fish," remarked Simon,

resting a moment.
"We'll soon see what we've caught," replied Andrew. The net was
almost gathered in.
"It won't be much," grunted Simon, bending to his work again. After a
few minutes the boats lay side by side, the nets heaped high in them.
"I have fished in this lake all my life," remarked James, the brother of
John, "and so has my father, Zebedee, but I have never seen so few fish
for a night's work!"
Andrew felt as disgusted as Simon and James, but all he said was,
"Let's go ashore."
James and Andrew guided the boats toward the spot where Zebedee
had built a fire of thorn twigs. The men jumped out and crowded
around the crackling flames. Zebedee had chosen several fish for their
breakfast. He raked some hot coals from the fire and laid the fish
among them. They smelled good to the hungry men. This was the best
time of the fishermen's day. Hard work was done. The fire was warm.
The thought of food gave them a good feeling.
"Father, why is fishing so poor this year?" asked John.
"I don't know, son," replied Zebedee. "Some years there are enough
fish for all Galilee and Judea. But in years like this, the people of the
five cities on our lake go hungry." He was thinking of times past. "If
the wheat crop is poor in Galilee, there may be riots."
"That would only make matters worse," commented Simon.
"Yes, unless King Herod has improved lately." Zebedee smiled sourly.
"I think that foreigner actually enjoys killing. How he loves our money!
If riots come, we are sure to be taxed even more." He took two of the
fish