Following is such a vague term. Follow where? When? What?
But some didn't think so..
I know someone who followed, didn't ask where, when or how. He just did. Though sometimes he couldn't understand, or worse MOST of the times he couldn't understand things. Fisherman by trade he had but a little education. Very compulsive. He even argued to the One he was following.
His master rebuked him more than praised him. He’s hurt sometimes. But he got over it somehow... his Master knew him well. This Master saw what he would become in just one look. Sometimes he even thought about stopping. But he followed, really followed, however reluctantly. However as he followed he learned so much that in three years he became a preacher. He preached for five thousand and those people found a lot sense to what he was saying that they believed him. Was it the sense that made people believe? A great preaching maybe? From a speaker turned fisherman? I doubt it. It wasn't about the words, the preacher or the preaching. It was because there was something in him that empowered his lips to speak. And that something is also in us. There is no such thing as a miniature of it. It’s always the same, always. God gave us that something in him as long as we ask and we believe. You may have guessed it already.
Yes. The fisherman is Simon Peter. And that 'something' in him is the Holy Spirit.
Do you have it?