When I was a kid I lived in the Vermont town of Windsor for a few years during my grade school days. In the summer I was free to do whatever. I fished the ponds of the town. I had it worked out to a science. In the pond, I fished for perch. In another little deep pool, I got suckers. And in a shallow pond, I spun cast for pickerel. At a resort in the Adirondacks, my grandparents paid for I was fishing off the dock with minnows for big trout.
Fishing was a biblical thing. The disciples fished for a living. Later their job became fishing for converts. Any fisherman learns not to fish when they are not biting.
I wonder how the fish thought of all this pursuit.
I am sure the guys in my sober house worried about the chance I was fishing for them. Maybe they wondered if I was going to bash them on the head and stick them in a frying pan. Some may be reading this asking am I only a fish to be caught?
To answer them, I say I am one of you. I am one of those fish. I was caught by alcohol and addictions. Then I was pulled in by Jesus. He pulled me to safety into his boat. I was saved by the fisher of my life. Can you seriously blame me for fishing for you?
I confess I was fishing for you! But I was providing a place for you to stay and recover. I soon found you weren’t biting. So I stopped the fishing and just focused on a safe place to stay. That was a hard bit of work. In the end, it was exhausting. My age told me I could not continue. In this case, the fish won. I compromised till there was nothing left to compromise. In the end, the fish taught me more than I taught them. The fish weren’t biting. They did not want what I was selling. This is the way it is!
I hope they found a fruitful recovery!
In the end, I was not much of a fisherman! I am sorry! The Lord is amazing beyond words!
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