When the call to pitch for the New York Yankees came to a AAA player in Toledo, it was a no brainer.

When the call to play lead actor in a Broadway show came to the understudy, there was no indecision.

And when the call to follow Jesus came to a group of fishermen in Galilee there was a similar lack of hesitation, they simply dropped everything and left. The disciples had found something so attractive, so enticing they couldn’t resist.

For some reason, I have a much harder time doing so. Do I see what they saw? Have I grown callus or indifferent?

Maybe there’s too much stuff in my way - buildings and budgets and staffs and offices and routines and rituals and 2,000 years of an extremely checkered past that make it really hard to see what those first disciples saw: an irresistible invitation to pursue a path of personal challenge and fulfillment unequal to anything else life has to offer.

Lord, grant us an epiphany to see what they saw. Open our eyes anew to your beckoning presence. Help us make the space for God to matter.