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The cathedral holds evensong every Thursday, (well, not last Thursday, since we were all eating Thanksgiving dinner, but certainly 99% of Thursdays) and this Thursday happened to be the Feast of St. Andrew.

It also happened to be raining.

During the course of evensong it just so happens that I have to move to a different part of the church, and, since there are no hallways surrounding the nave, I actually leave the building and come in a different door.

So tonight I was confronted with a decision: do I walk outside and get wet, or do I make a nuisance of myself and tromp through the nave?

Having recently had the experience of playing in wet organ shoes, I opted for the drier route, but as I reflected upon the nature of the feast, I started second-guessing myself.

Andrew was a fisherman after all, and surely he was no stranger to water.

You can exegete today's Gospel reading yourself if you want to, but my cursory analysis leads me to believe that fishing, in the time of the apostles, was done from boats.

When Andrew, along with his brother "Simon" Peter (and later James and his brother John) leave the boat, they "immediately left their nets" to follow Jesus. If you're going to get away from your net, you have to get out of the boat. And if you get out of the boat, you have to swim.

This Gospel reading records the act common to the four apostles: swimming. Not to mention sudden abandonment of occupation and family.

And I'm afraid to walk through a little rain? What kind of Christian am I?

Clearly not a fundamentalist.