Good Fish, Bad Fish...**

 

During those long Summer days, My Dad would sometimes come home from a busy day at Norwood Medical Clinic and say, “let’s go fishing!” In addition to being a physician he was also an avid sportsman. It was how he unwound after a stressful day of doctoring.  We would hook up the boat and head to the lake. Sometimes we would go right down the street to the boat ramp if we were bowfishing. Sometimes it was a few miles away if we were fishing the mouth of the creeks that fed the Tennessee River and Ft. Loudon Lake. At Stock Creek one evening, I casted my lure and BAM! a fish hit it so hard, I almost dropped my rod. I began to reel and the fish just kept spooling the line…zzzzz… Dad was so excited. He kept saying, "keep his head up!” as I struggled to stay upright fighting the fish.   I would reel a little, then the fish would take off again. My dad was sure by the fight of this fish that it was the biggest bass he had seen come out of that lake. The fish and I fought for several more minutes and when I got it to the boat, we discovered it was a freshwater drum.  Though this fish is the bane of serious bass fishermen, it sure was fun to catch.  It generally is called a trash or “rough” fish rather than a game fish. Drum are not considered a good fish to eat unless you have a Cajun chef close by, because they apparently call it a “gaspergou” and can make it quite tasty. This fish is a freshwater relative of the better tasting saltwater red drum found at seafood restaurants. 

From the Bible we can see that the Israelites are generally land dwellers, sheep herders and farmers from way back. But when Jesus came, He found a handful of Jewish fishermen living on the Sea of Galilee as the first ones He called to be his disciples. He was trying to describe what His Kingdom was like to them and said,  “... the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was let down into the lake and caught all kinds of fish. When it was full, the fishermen pulled it up on the shore. Then they sat down and collected the good fish in baskets, but threw the bad away. This is how it will be at the end of the age. The angels will come and separate the wicked from the righteous and throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”(Matthew 13:47–50 NIV) The amazing thing to me is that Jesus loves all of us and can take the trashiest of us “rough” fish and make us good. Jesus is in the business of changing bad wicked people into good and righteous. The truth is, we are all bad (not one of us is good according to Romans. 3:23), until we belong to Him and His connection with us changes our wicked hearts to make us good. He pays the price and suffers because of our badness. Those who belong to Him He saves from an eternity of weeping and gnashing of teeth in a fiery horrible place called Hell and lets us hang out with Him and all those who belong to Him in a wonderful place called heaven. Gaspergou and Red Drum will all be considered either good or bad. We will either be considered wicked or righteous at the end of our lives on earth and the only way to be righteous is through a real loving relationship with Jesus, He is the only one who can make us right. He died to make everyone good, but we have to choose to belong to Him, He won’t force us to be one of His good fish. 

Hang in there people! God is glad to be with us! I’m praying for us all!

In Perfect Harmony**

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 One Christmas my family was to drive across Tennessee from Knoxville to Memphis, then down into Mississippi to visit some cousins. As we passed Nashville we hit a rare Tennessee snow storm. Traffic slowed to a snail’s pace. Because many southern drivers are not used to driving in the frozen white stuff, traffic crawled like sloths on a skating rink. My Dad, who was an exceptional driver, also had an “I-can-drive-through-anything” attitude and a Jeep Wagoneer. He was a very confident driver (with the exception of an infamous ice storm that froze him out of the car and sent him sliding underneath it only able to crawl back to the garage to abandon the trip he planned to rescue someone else, but that is a story for another day) As we traveled we saw some cars off in the ditch, some spinning tires, and others just sitting on the side of the road with their flashers on. As we progressed single file down I-40, the road oil and dirt flung from the tires of the cars ahead of us mixed with the snow and was smeared by the wipers to create a frozen oil slick on our (and everyone else’s) windshield. It was like looking through gray frosted glass, making travel even more hazardous. When we stopped for gas, everyone was trying to wipe and scrape their windshields but only smearing the frozen mess more. Until a northerner, who was used to driving in the stuff, gave some neighborly advice to those of us blessed to be born South of the Mason Dixson line. The fast talkin’ (expletive) Yankee told us what to do. Everyone really wanted to try this fix, but had to wait until he was gone, so we wouldn’t have to say he was right if it worked. However, behold, it worked! After pouring this stuff on, the icy road slime formed a slush and slid right off with a paper towel and we were back on the road with clear windshields. What was this magical solution? Good ol’ Coca-cola. You know the “I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony… it’s the real thing…” stuff, developed right smack dab in the middle of the South in Atlanta, Ga. (for you youngsters here’s the famous commercial https://adage.com/videos/cocacola-hilltop/395) Who knew that the phosphoric acid that gives Coke its slightly tart taste is also good for cleaning glass. (BTW this phosphoric acid is now associated with causing low bone density for those who consume a lot of sodas - uh oh! Who knew?) We finally arrived in Mississippi several hours later than planned, but had a blast with the cousins for Christmas. Maybe our prejudices were challenged when this “Yankee” was kind, neighborly, and eager to help people be just a little safer in a challenging situation. 

Jesus told a story that confronted the prejudices of his hearers in which He made a Samaritan the hero of the story instead of the respected ones they held in highest esteem. Luke tells it like this, “And behold, a lawyer stood up to put him to the test, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” He said to him, “What is written in the Law? How do you read it?” And he answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.” And he said to him, “You have answered correctly; do this, and you will live.”

But he, desiring to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who stripped him and beat him and departed, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road, and when he saw him he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he journeyed, came to where he was, and when he saw him, he had compassion. He went to him and bound up his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he set him on his own animal and brought him to an inn and took care of him. And the next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, ‘Take care of him, and whatever more you spend, I will repay you when I come back.’ Which of these three, do you think, proved to be a neighbor to the man who fell among the robbers?” He said, “The one who showed him mercy.” And Jesus said to him, “You go, and do likewise.”(Luke 10:25–37 ESV)  Let’s go and do likewise people! 

Hang in there people! God is glad to be with us! I’m praying for us all!