And when He called them to leave the nets of a tedious (yet familiar) profession, was there consensus that this was job promotion, an escape from the forever smell of tilapia, carp on the rigging, the hands, and the linen carried home each night for futile washing, or was there disquiet that the man who said, “I am the Life,” with eyes that apprehended the bliss of some unseen other world, would lead each one to a willing death?