James sat on the edge of the Sea of Galilee. The water shimmered, its choppy surface echoing the deep azure of Israel’s morning sky. He held a fishing net in his hands, his fingers carefully darning small holes ripped by the tides.
His brother and father sat near him, and as they worked, they noticed a peaceful man striding with purpose toward them. Follow me, the man said. James and his brother felt the tug of something divine, something clear and wondrous. They handed their father the repaired nets and placed sandaled feet into wet sand, into a new life with Jesus.
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