Folk love their fish battered and with chips in this part of the world; but these days such luxuries don’t come wrapped up in newspaper, in my young days they did: using unsold newsprint was I suspect an effective way of recycling yesteryear. The inner bag was plain, white, strong paper I hasten to add, so yesterday’s news wasn’t imprinted on fish or chips.
Fish and chips eaten from newspaper wrappers was the perfect end to the day for us as kids walking home from the cinema. Often we had to choose whether to spend the last coins in our pockets on bus fare, or chips. And it would be just chips, without the fish. Fish cost more then we usually had.
As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said and I will make you fishers of men.” At once they left their nets and followed him”
(Matthew 4: 18)
Of course, Jesus was thinking of fish, remarkably like you and me.
Just like the best cod, plaice, salmon, we didn’t come cheap, we were bought at a price, the Lord Jesus laboured, even prayed so earnestly, that his sweat was like drops of blood (Luke 22:44)- the price of His fish – His life.
This picture speaks to me, it’s like an open invitation to be wrapped up in the Word of God.
Not many read the bible these days, but I still love it, in its many translations, whichever version if I sit still long enough, quietly enough I hear the Lord speaking his own Word, and then I feel a song bubbling through, wrapped up in the Good News,
‘I delight greatly in the LORD;
my soul rejoices in my God.
For He has clothed me with garments of salvation
And arrayed me in a robe of righteousness,”
Garments of salvation, a robe of righteousness
Now that’s Good News Print and wrapping for little fish!