Of Princes and Fishes
Been reading Luke 13-15 lately. Fantastic stuff about forsaking all else for the case of Christ.
Went fishing last weekend. I have been big into the identity in Christ thing over the last 6 months. Lately it has been about myself as a prince of God. I'm serious. I am a prince of God. God is a king, I am his son, I am a prince.
So I'm standing on the boat talking to the lake, saying, "I am a prince of God, and I command a monster fish onto my lure!"
Nothing. At first... :-)
Caught a few Northerns. Nothing to write home about.
Then I get a HUGE Northern on the line!!
I don't have a steel leader on my lure and the dang thing bites through my line and swims away with Jon's #4 Mepps spinner. Dang.
After trying to get the lure back (no luck) and fishing that spot for a while we move on.
Nothing else to brag about. I'm starting to doubt, but then catch myself and say, "No. I AM a prince of God, and I demand a trophy worthy of a prince!"
A few more fish, but nothing worthy of a prince of God.
We go back to that spot later in the day where we lost the first lure. I tell Jonny I'm going to get his lure back. :-) I start casting.
MAN!! I've got a BIG fish on the line!!
Line goes slack. Oh, man! What now?
Wait!! It's still on!! And it's pulling like a keeper! I finally get it close enough to the boat to have a look at it...
"IT'S A MONSTER!!!!!!!"
By now the excitement on the boat is growing, and we're rapidly turning back into school boys. I reel it close enough to the boat so the guys can see it- they are now REALLY excited!!!
"Oh, man, tell me you have a steel leader on this time!" Jon says.
Josh grabs the oversized net.
"Oh, man, I wish you didn't have monofiliment line!" Jon says.
The thing takes off. "Whizzzzzzzz" goes my line as it flies off the bale. I let the fish take it until it is ready to be coaxed back closer. Jonny runs down and starts setting my drag.
He finally stops and I keep the line tight, but not too tight. I slowly coax him closer. He sees the net and takes off again.
"Whizzzzzzzz".
Repeat 3-4 times.
Finally, after 12-15 minutes and about 100-200 yards of boat drifting, he is tuckered out enough not to run from the net, and Josh gets that sucker into the net. (Thanks, Josh!)
This, my friends, is a trophy fit for a prince of God. A 37-inch, 14-15 lb. Northern. I'm holding this thing RIGHT NEXT to my body in this picture. No camera tricks. I've still got the bloody, slimy shirt to prove it. :-)
Went fishing last weekend. I have been big into the identity in Christ thing over the last 6 months. Lately it has been about myself as a prince of God. I'm serious. I am a prince of God. God is a king, I am his son, I am a prince.
So I'm standing on the boat talking to the lake, saying, "I am a prince of God, and I command a monster fish onto my lure!"
Nothing. At first... :-)
Caught a few Northerns. Nothing to write home about.
Then I get a HUGE Northern on the line!!
I don't have a steel leader on my lure and the dang thing bites through my line and swims away with Jon's #4 Mepps spinner. Dang.
After trying to get the lure back (no luck) and fishing that spot for a while we move on.
Nothing else to brag about. I'm starting to doubt, but then catch myself and say, "No. I AM a prince of God, and I demand a trophy worthy of a prince!"
A few more fish, but nothing worthy of a prince of God.
We go back to that spot later in the day where we lost the first lure. I tell Jonny I'm going to get his lure back. :-) I start casting.
MAN!! I've got a BIG fish on the line!!
Line goes slack. Oh, man! What now?
Wait!! It's still on!! And it's pulling like a keeper! I finally get it close enough to the boat to have a look at it...
"IT'S A MONSTER!!!!!!!"
By now the excitement on the boat is growing, and we're rapidly turning back into school boys. I reel it close enough to the boat so the guys can see it- they are now REALLY excited!!!
"Oh, man, tell me you have a steel leader on this time!" Jon says.
Josh grabs the oversized net.
"Oh, man, I wish you didn't have monofiliment line!" Jon says.
The thing takes off. "Whizzzzzzzz" goes my line as it flies off the bale. I let the fish take it until it is ready to be coaxed back closer. Jonny runs down and starts setting my drag.
He finally stops and I keep the line tight, but not too tight. I slowly coax him closer. He sees the net and takes off again.
"Whizzzzzzzz".
Repeat 3-4 times.
Finally, after 12-15 minutes and about 100-200 yards of boat drifting, he is tuckered out enough not to run from the net, and Josh gets that sucker into the net. (Thanks, Josh!)
This, my friends, is a trophy fit for a prince of God. A 37-inch, 14-15 lb. Northern. I'm holding this thing RIGHT NEXT to my body in this picture. No camera tricks. I've still got the bloody, slimy shirt to prove it. :-)
For those of you who don't fish, here is an example of another Northern Josh caught.
Very special thanks to Jon and Josh, who both caught this fish with me. They are indeed princes as well.
It is good to be a prince of God. It is even better to live it.
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