The deepest point
I put a minnow on my rod and reel and a minnow on my father’s rod and reel. I put them in the boat and engage in conversation with my friend. All of a sudden I see the cork begin to bob, bob. There isn’t a better sight is there, than that cork kind of going down. Boom. And I pick up my rod and reel. Whoa. A nice bass. He is jumping. And suddenly out of my peripheral vision I look and I see my father’s rod, with the speed of light hit the water. We are at the deepest point of the lake about 30 feet. I watch it sink. Gone. I begin to freak out. Oh, no. This is bad. And we kind of dragged the pond with hooks and lures. We could not get it. So I thought I would just neglect to tell him. I just won’t tell him. He doesn’t like to fish that much anyway and I don’t know, he will probably think that my bother messed around with it or something. He will forget about it.
Night he comes home for dinner. Every time he kind of looked toward the lake I though, oh no, here it goes. Weeks go by and I began to kind of perpetuate the sham by doing the Watergate thing and covering everything up. I felt guilty. But then I thought, no one knows. My friend, he won’t say a word. My brother doesn’t know. I’m fine.
One day, though, I couldn’t take it anymore, living with this guilt, and I walk in and say, “Dad, I want to tell you something. I took your rod and reel and it is in the bottom of the lake. I am sorry. Will you forgive me?” Dad started to kind of laugh at me. He said, “Son, I knew that the rod and reel was gone and you took it. I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to come clean. I forgive you.” And he hugged me. He said, “Don’t worry about it. Just ask me the next time.”
OK, grow. OK, here is God’s vision for you.” But you have got to eat. Got to eat. That is what keeps me up at night.© Copyright 2012 admin, All rights Reserved. Written For: Fellowship Church Grapevine