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Life atop the water

6 May

The words and actions of Jesus have once again intersected with my present reality and thoughts in such a way that I want to record publicly.  This all kinda gelled together last night during our 20-somethings gathering’s discussion on the 6th chapter of John.  In this chapter, Jesus walks on water out to the disciples in the middle of strong weather.  For someone who has never experienced God by faith, this account is fairly far-fetched.

But for those of us that have been given the grace of noticing God’s redemptive work in our lives and all creation even, the fact that Jesus walks on water should be nothing.  Perhaps the greatest miracle in life is the warming of human hearts, whose fires are prone to be stifled by the worries and troubles of this world.

When Jesus calls his 12 closest disciples (students, followers, life-coachees), he asks these two brothers who were fishing to leave what they were doing and follow Him.  He says something peculiar: “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will send you out to fish for people.”

So I am trying to learn the art of fly fishing.  The interesting thing about fly fishing is that you try and “match the hatch” or use flies that look like the ones that are hatching from the river or that are landing on it.  Sometimes when you pick our which fly you want, it may not look exactly like the fly you want.  However, from the fish’s perspective it may look exactly what you need.

So the glorious moment comes when fish strike the fly.  The rise to the surface to grab it, sometimes breaking the plane of the top of the water.  In the most dramatic and exciting cases they will leap completely out of the water.  Glorious.

Sometimes when God’s grace is presented to people, we think that it will happen like when we are fishing on top of the water, expecting people to be completely hungry for God’s grace and jump out of their lives into a new life in faith.  When that happens, it is glorious.  However, when the world is a muddy river, the best and prettiest fly on top of the water will not always be seen.

However, Simon Peter and Andrew were fishing with nets on the sea of Galilee.  It seems that Jesus’ and the disciples way of fishing meant going deep into the unknown with nets.  Like the days after Pentecost when the “Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved”, it seems that results come from when people imitate Jesus, who risked everything to dive into our world to save us from our sins, and then risked everything again by putting a handful of broken people in charge of taking God’s message, love, grace to the world and forming His people, the Church.  Wow.

Now with the power that raised Christ from the dead working in us, may we seek to do his will.  Let us who have been walking on top of the water by faith consider holding onto life on top of the water something to keep for ourselves.  Let us dive deep into the unknown and dare to love people where they are and show them the top of the water, being pulled up with them in the inescapable clutches of God grace.

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

Trading Flip Flops for Boots

1 May

Its official.  I’m staying in Montana.  Today I finally traded in my Texas Driver’s License even though I haven’t “lived” there since August of 2007.  I just had not had sufficient motivation to switch it.  But here in Montana, fishing licenses are much cheaper if you are a resident.  What I didn’t know is that you have to be able to prove that you have lived here 6 months before you can get a Montana Resident fishing/hunting license, so I ended up paying full price for a non-resident license to fish.  Oh well. Any state where it’s easier to get a driver’s license than a fishing license pretty much has its priorities in check.  Right?

I’ve been here in Montana for a little over a week.  After a week, I feel that I have made the right choice and am looking forward to being here for at least a year (the length of my initial commitment).  My work here will be a slightly different ball of wax.  There is a parable Jesus tells about leaving 99 sheep to go after 1 which is lost.  I have done that and more.  Right now I am working with two students, and the youth group I was involved with until recently was pretty large.  It’s weird but good.  I really miss my flock, but I am starting to see true value in the place where I am and have already seen God use me in cool ways here, even if I haven’t worn my flip flops since I have gotten here.

So, for all of you have been praying, thank you.

I’m also happy to say that I am applying to George Fox Evangelical Seminary and hope to complete an M.A. in Ministry Leadership.  I’m sure there will be much more about this program as I become more and more involved in it.

May the Lord’s will be done,

CWillZ

My Dad’s First Cast of the Year

26 Mar

After the inadvertent catch earlier this week, I returned to the lake today for another go at fly fishing.  I caught a few thousand blue gills that were too small to keep.  Pretty Annoying.  I then caught an eleven inch crappie.  Look at how pretty it is:

     My dad got his pole out to try his hand.  I told him that they were biting on smaller stuff.  He had the standard rubber nightcrawler with three hooks.  He said he was just playing.
His first cast landed him this bass, which is just over 18 inches:

I asked him what he did to deserve the big fish.  He said that he pays the mortgage.  

Fair enough.   Good work, good start to the season.

First Fish on a Fly…A New Day is Dawned

25 Mar

The wonders of senior year are a stressful senior paper matched with a few general education classes that happened to be left until the last semester.  Those gen eds are ceramics, soccer, and fly fishing.  Fly fishing is the one I have been looking forward to the most.

Hemmingway:  ”Anyone can be a fisherman in May.”
Me:  ”Yeah, but its March and too cold and they still bite for me.”
After only two class meetings for fly fishing, coach let us take the school’s  rods and reels how to practice casting.  I decided that I wanted to learn on our lake, so I purchased a leader and some flies.  The leader got tangled (ok, I tangled it) while I was tying it to the fly backing.  It took me over an hour to de-tangle, leaving 13 minutes for time on the water.  Typical enough.
I managed to push enough line out to where fish would be if it had been warmer than 40º.  The rhythm is funny, and the motion weird for someone who has been slinging heavy bass baits out from the time he could grasp a pole.  
“10, 2…10, 2″  After getting the fly caught on the grass behind me a few times, I managed to put the fly down in the water.  It was a less-than-delicate presentation, but it got out there.  Time was up.  I started reeling back the line that I had let out.  There was resistance.  I pulled up on the line and a small blue gill came to the surface.
It was not bigger than the length of my hand, but I didn’t deserve it anyway.  
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