Based on Matthew 4:12-23 and 1st Corinthians 1:10-18
Andrew and Simon were back to their usual chore – back to fishing. As the first rays of sun cracked open the edge of the horizon, they pushed the old boat off the sandy shore of their home town – Capernaum. They worked instinctively, silently. They knew the routine.
Not much was said when Andrew came back a week ago. He’d gone off several months before to follow some wild-eyed prophet in the desert; some baptizing crusader, shouting repentance like the prophets of old – Isaiah, Jeremiah, Amos. They’d learned about such great men, as boys in school. But prophets like that were just in the dusty scrolls the old priests read. Weren’t they? That didn’t really happen anymore, – did it? But something had caught Andrew’s attention and he’d gone traipsing off into the desert – a variable fish out of water, and there he stayed.