Posts Tagged ‘fishing’



to you that I don’t know. Regardless, I’m thinking that He wants your special attention & when he doesn’t get it He may close a door or shut a window or bar the way, just so that you can focus on Him. Does that make sense?  to day stupid like isn’t jealousy a sin so how can God be jealous. And I would have benightedlyThis sounds like a cliché. Sometimes God has to knock the props out from under us. So that we’ll cling to Him. Sometimes we seek fellowship from others and forget that God is a jealous I‘m not sure what that means. . You might say something


Let me share a story with you. Now I don’t remember the entire plot nor any conversation that preceded the climatic moment. So I intend to reconstruct what might have happened. It’s an archetypical story, so you can probably connect with it.   

I call this tale: The Catch of the Day. I imagine my dad coming to me and saying that we’re going fishing. And, I know that I wasn’t always hot on fishing, at least as a boy. But I went because Dad was the boss. I think that God works the way my dad worked on that day.   

I probably had another agenda, but Dad being my father had the plan. He was the man. And his plan took precedence over my agenda. Can you see where this is heading? Perhaps my dad was jealous, but I doubt it. He just wanted his son to go fishing with him. We know, though, that God is a jealous God. What do you think that means? But, I digress. I’m getting ahead of myself.   

I imagine my dad giving me some time, so he probably went to the coffee urn for a refill. He sat down at the kitchen table to wait. The thing is: God is on the move & like my dad He plans to still go fishing, whether you or I go is secondary. Is that hard core fatherhood. Maybe it‘s tough love. Maybe, we, as his sons, just need to get with His program?. Nevertheless, God is good.. Right? He won’t force us.   

And so I eventually stopped & sat down with my dad and acquiesced and said yes. So we went to one of our fishing holes. And I snagged the biggest fish I can ever remember catching – a black drum. Interestingly, even though I snagged the drum, my dad had to reel him in. How gracious was that?