The first part of the story had me wondering just how Pastor would use fishing to impart me with wisdom.
“I figure the depth around 4 or 5 feet. The water is fairly clear; not much wind or wave. They’ll get a pretty good look at the lure so I won’t tie on a wire leader.” You could tell we both began cogitating tactics, because there was a little less communication ping ponging from our bow to stern.
The sun slipped behind the high small thinnest of a cloud. It did not take us long to be alongside the weeds, Continue reading “Fishing Story, the 2nd”
Pastor and I used to fish quite often. At times we actually caught fish. Fishin’ when there was time in his schedule; usually on Tuesdays since that was his day off. Suited me. We even named it “Typical Tuesday”.
. . . “Another Typical Tuesday?,” one of us would say and the other would follow with a time,
“How ’bout 6:30? We can try to wake them up as the sun rises.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’ll pick you up.”
We always had a great time. Even a little sprinkle did not dampen our spirits. Thunder storms always put a real big K-I-N-K in the plans, though.
Of course when the haul wasn’t too big we would remind each other that, “the active feeding time for catching the most fish would be on Sunday morning.” You know, just the time we were not able to get out on the water because of our impeccable attendance at church.
. . .Kinda wondered if he might “put a line” in a sermon about how many we caught, or more likely, how many we did not catch, which might be embarrassing. Truthfully, I have been relieved that none of this “zero-catch stuff” has been declared from the pulpit for all to hear, and thereto, for all to comment upon when the urge might hit them. Usually at inappropriate times as when a person, I will not mention any names, is trying to make themselves look good. But, I am glad that has NEVER happened to me. . . Continue reading “The Fishing Story”
It is, sometimes, wearisome, when a church does not accept you for what you are…
Love to drive? I do:
turn down the roads I like most,
choose the places I want to visit.
With God along for the ride, we can go it together, forever. It’s fun. It’s good. We go lots of places — both in real life and metaphorically
speaki, err, driving. Continue reading “Love Driving?”
If a Compass could talk, I once had this conversation with my Compass.
When I was a stopped at a stoplight one afternoon I pulled out my cheap Compass from the storage compartment between the front seats. Looking down at the needle, it said I was headed North when in fact I knew that I was, no doubt about it, headed directly south. So I gently jiggled it, the needle switched positions then again reported that I was, in fact, headed North.
So I said, “Hey, what’s going on here I don’t think you’re pointed North.”
The retort, “I’m a magnetic Compass that points you to North. You have to figure Continue reading “Think twice before using your Compass inside a running Electric Car”