Tag: worship

Called to Be a Disciple

This devotional was inspired by worship at Stockton Salvation Army on Sunday 19 April 2026. This is my personal reflection.

There’s something disarming about the story in Luke 5:1–11. Simon Peter and his companions have been fishing all night and caught nothing, they’re tired, frustrated, cleaning their nets, and ready to call it a day. Then Jesus arrives, borrows Peter’s boat to teach from, and afterwards tells him to put out into deep water and let down the nets. Peter’s response is honest: “Master, we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything.” But then comes that quiet, beautiful turn: “But because you say so, I will let down the nets.” What follows is abundance beyond imagining, nets so full they begin to break, boats so heavy they begin to sink.

This is the pattern of discipleship, it doesn’t begin with our competence or success, but with a willingness to trust when it doesn’t make sense. Peter had every practical reason to refuse. He was the expert fisherman, he knew these waters, he’d already tried and failed. Yet something in Jesus’ invitation drew him beyond his own experience into a deeper trust. It’s often in those moments, when we’ve reached the end of what we know, that faith begins to take root, not in certainty, but in obedience.

When the catch comes, Peter’s first instinct isn’t celebration, it’s awareness. “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!” Yet Jesus doesn’t turn away. Instead, he speaks words of reassurance and calling: “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.” Discipleship draws us beyond our own understanding, inviting us to trust the voice that calls us into deeper waters, and to discover that our inadequacy is precisely where grace meets us and gives us purpose.

Stuck in the Mud

Waiting can feel like being stuck in the mud, energy draining away as each step sinks deeper. Psalm 40:1-8 gives language to that experience, the long, faithful waiting that isn’t passive but aching with hope. “I waited patiently for the Lord,” the psalmist says, and then comes the turning point, God inclines, listens, and lifts. The rescue is physical and emotional, drawn up from the slimy pit and set on rock, stability replacing fear.

A new song follows, not forced praise, but gratitude born of being held when escape seemed impossible.

Mark 2:1-12 shows us that same rescue. A paralysed man is carried by friends who refuse to let obstacles have the final say. Their faith climbs, digs, lowers, and trusts. Jesus sees it and speaks words that go deeper than anyone expects: “Son, your sins are forgiven.” Before strength returns to limbs, wholeness begins in the heart. The teachers object, but Jesus names what God has always been doing, healing that reaches beneath the surface. The man is lifted up, and feet made firm. A new song walking out into the street.

These passages remind us that God’s rescue is never shallow. He hears the cry, heals what’s hidden, and steadies our lives from the inside out. True worship isn’t empty offering, but a heart that can finally say, “I desire to do your will, my God,” because it’s known what it is to be forgiven, lifted, and made whole.