Fishing is a sport that has no divides. It does not matter if you are male or female, two years old or ninety years old, rich, or poor, everyone can enjoy fishing. Fishermen come in all shapes and sizes too. There are tall fishermen and short fishermen, fat fishermen and skinny fishermen. There are red fishermen and white fishermen, yellow fishermen and black fishermen. There are fishermen of many faiths and religions. There are fishermen that fish in rivers and creeks, fishermen that fish in ponds and lakes, fishermen that fish in marshes and swamps, and fishermen that fish in oceans and seas. There are fishermen from the artics to the tropics. I suppose that anywhere you can wet a hook, there are fishermen to be found nearby. For some people, fishing is an occupation. For others, it is a sport. But for the lucky and most fortunate it is a way to unplug from the world, relax, and commune with God.
Oftentimes, when I go fishing, I go for none other than the simple pleasure of enjoying God’s grand creation. Whether I am casting for trout in a mountain stream beneath tall hemlocks in the cool of the morning or popping top water plugs on a small farm pond for bass on a golden afternoon or sitting on the bank of a lake under a blanket of stars, waiting for catfish to swallow the bait, God’s beauty is all around me. I have even found myself annoyed at times when the fish are biting, so much so that I have reeled in the line and set my rod aside. How do I commune with God? The first half of Psalm 46:10 tells us… “Be still and know that I am God”.
Life is so busy. So hectic. So full of stress. Slow down. Do not let the good things pass you by. How do you do that, you ask? Well, first, you must identify the good things. It is not hard. They are usually free and found in abundance if you only look for them. Go get a fishing pole, a can of worms, and find a shady spot on the bank of a small pond. Wet your hook. It will come to you and, if you’re lucky, you might even catch a few fish.
“I fish to scratch the surface of those mysteries, for nearness to the beautiful, and to reassure myself the world remains.” ~ Carl Safina