Changing Our Job
Interview
The theme of the
first weeks of Ordinary time is discipleship—the following of him whom at
Christmas we found wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. In
today’s gospel from St. Mark, Jesus is passing by the
Poor
fishing in Jesus’ day
The parallel
passage from the gospel of St. Luke describes the event a little
differently. One day Jesus was on the
shores of
On another
occasion, Peter and his partners were fishing all night long on the
We chuckle a bit
at this “153 large fish.” We wonder who in the world took the time to count
them out so exactly and remember the number and write it down for us?
Poor
fishing today
These days, too,
the fishing isn’t very good. We, the church, have a shortage crisis on our
hands. It’s not a shortage of fish. The faithful are still coming in great
numbers despite our painful scandal. It’s a shortage of priests—a shortage of
fishers of men. I look at the bulletin
for St. Michael the
We have the same
problem up north. In
Jesus’
job interview
After that
wonderful catch of 153 fish and the early morning breakfast around a warming
charcoal fire at early dawn, there follows a scene that’s particularly meaningful
for Catholics. Before the risen Lord commissions Peter to be the supreme fisher
of men in the church (i.e., before he commissions him to be the first pope) he
makes him undergo a job interview.
It’s, indeed, a
strange job interview: it asks only one question but asks it three times.
“Peter, do you love me?” Jesus asks a first time. “Yes, Lord, I love you,”
Peter relies. “Peter, do you love me?” he asks a second time. Peter responds,
“Yes, Lord, I love you.” When Jesus asks the question a third time, Peter is
cut to the quick, for it reminds him of Jesus’ trial on Good Friday when
bystanders asked him three times, “Do you know this man?” and three times he
denied ever knowing Jesus. At the third denial, scripture says, “A rooster
crowed, and Peter recalled what Jesus had foretold, `Before the rooster crows,
three times you will deny that you know me.’ Then Peter went out and wept
bitterly” (Jn
That job interview
is so important to us Catholics that it is inscribed with gold mosaic letters
six feet tall, both in Latin and Greek, in the lofty heights of St. Peter’s
Basilica in Rome: “Petre, amas me?”
“Peter, do you love me?”
When Jesus finally assures himself that Peter is,
indeed, a fit candidate to be the supreme fisher of men in the church (i.e., to
be the first pope) and when he finally assures himself that Peter is, indeed, a
warm, loving, caring human being, he confers the awesome job upon him. The
conferral, like the job interview itself, is also inscribed with gold mosaic
letters six feet tall, both in Latin and Greek, in the lofty heights of St.
Peter’s: “Petre, pasce oves meas. Pasce
agnos meos.” “Peter, feed my lambs. Feed my sheep” (Jn
Changing
our job interview
We, the church, have a crisis on our hands: a
shortage of fishers of men. But let us, the church, recall an oriental wisdom
that says a crisis is not only a moment of pain but also a moment of promise
and opportunity. God be praised for the crisis before us! Yes, God be praised
for the priest shortage! It’s forcing us to launch off into the deep and ask
questions which we would never think of asking if we were not in crisis.
Questions like, should not we, the church, be launching off into the deep and
changing our job interview for ministry? Should we not be bringing it into
conformity with Jesus’ job interview?
Jesus didn’t ask Peter three times, “Are you a celibate?
Are you a celibate? Are you a celibate?” Perhaps neither should we. Peter, we recall, was a married man. He had a
mother-in-law, and one day Jesus cured her of a fever (Mt
Jesus didn’t even
ask Peter three times, “Are you a saint? Are you a saint? Are you a saint?”
Peter, indeed, wasn’t a saint. He was a sinner who denied his Lord three times!
Even before that, he was a sinner. When
at Jesus’ command he and his partners lowered their nets for a miraculous catch
of 153 fish, Peter fell to his knees and protested, “Depart from me, O Lord,
for I am a sinful man.” Who knows what sins of his Peter had in mind? That avowal
of sinfulness even pleases Jesus, and he says to Peter, “You’re just the man I
want. From now on I will make you a fisher of men” (Lk
We, the church,
must launch off into the deep and bring our current job interview for ministry
into conformity with Jesus’. Our job interview must not center on celibacy or
maleness or even sinlessness. It must center first and foremost around love. We
must ask the question of love not once, not twice but three times just to make
sure that we have before us a fit candidate for ministry, namely, a warm loving caring human being.
Only when Jesus was finally assured that that’s the kind of candidate he had in
Peter—only then did he make him pastor over the universal church.
Conclusion
Everyone winning
Here is a secret
that most of us already know: of such
candidates there is no
shortage. If there is a shortage, it’s man-made, like the energy shortage
at our gas pumps these days. There is no shortage of such candidates out there.
There is, in fact, a whole school of such candidates swimming in our
pond—candidates who would make good fishers of men—candidates waiting to be
scooped up in our nets and be harvested for ministry.
The problem is
that that school of fish is swimming on the right side of our boat, and we’re
fishing on the wrong side. In our
crisis, Jesus is ordering us to cast our nets on the right side. If we obey, like Peter and his partners, we’ll
make a grand haul of 153 fishers of men. And that’s more than enough to serve
all the needs of the people of God.
If
we, the church, obey Jesus’ fishing instructions, we all win. Healthy young
men, who want to minister but who also want to marry, will win. Women, too, who
can do just as good a job (and also just as bad a job) as men do, will also
win. And those three holy women who had
to join a coalition with a funny name will also win: they’ll each get back
their own individual churches with their own names, and they’ll each have their
own priests again. That young priest on pony-back will also win. He’ll have
help and won’t have to burn himself out before his time. Monsignor Leo and I
will win; we both will be able to retire before we’re ninety.