Drew, our four year old grandson, loves to fish. A while back his Gigi and I bought him a new red and blue Superman rod and reel. It came in his exact size. That lit a fire under the little fellow to go fishing, or as he says “real fishing.” Not long after that his dad took him “real fishing” and a few weeks later I took him too. We reeled in some “real fish.” We caught four hundred fifteen including a fifteen pound bass. Boy, you bit that better than the fish did. You swallowed that one hook, line and sinker. Don’t you know better than believe a fisherman? We really did catch a largemouth that was over five feet. No, not a largemouth bass, but a largemouth granddad that stood too close to a four year old with a rod and reel loaded with hooks. Actually we caught a couple of small brim and one bass that weighed about two and one half pounds, give or take a half or two. Drew was pretty excited when we caught those small brim but when we landed that big one he was beside himself. He ran up and down the banks of the lake hollering, “We got us a big one, Daddy Bill, we got us a big one!”
Since spring has sprung and the weather has warmed up I’m beginning to get a little excited myself. Drew and I are already planning our first fishing trip of the year. We’ve also been working with his Superman rod and reel. He’s getting pretty good with that thing because we practice regularly in my back yard. No, we don’t have a pond back there but we do have a swimming pool. At first his aim wasn’t so great. Before he got the hang of releasing the button as you cast, we went through a few bags of those orange and yellow plastic floaters. When they land on the cement sidewalk around the pool their floating days are over. Now he hits the water on almost every cast. We don’t have to buy a new bag of floaters every week and he is developing a good cast. He did miss the water the other day and wrapped the line around my head a time or two. Don’t worry; we don’t use hooks when we fish in the pool because they tend to tear holes in the liner, not to mention grandpa’s liner too!
A couple of weeks back Drew and I put in a hard afternoon of fishing in the swimming pool. Gigi came home and heard all about our great backyard adventure. As only a grandmother can do she expressed her excitement and asked, “Well how many did you catch?” Drew put his hands on his hips, rolled his eyes, and said, “Gigi, you don’t really catch anything when you fish in the swimming pool.”
Even a four year old knows that you don’t catch fish in a pool because there aren’t any fish in there to be caught. This reminds me that sometimes we try to find certain things in life only to be disappointed, and even discouraged, when they don’t come our way. Sometimes we don’t find those things because we are fishing in fishless ponds, or looking in all the wrong places. Things such as love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control, are all fruit of the Spirit. They can’t easily be found in any other place.
Dr. Bill King is the powerful writer of the novel But You Shall Receive Power and the creator of the humorous character known as Billy Bob Bohannon. Bill has performed as Billy Bob for churches and civic groups across the nation since 2002. His first book of Billy Bob humor, No, Really, My Name is Brother Billy Bob Bohannon, was published in 2009. The fun continues in his follow-up books, My Name is Still Brother Billy Bob Bohannon and Clean Up the House, Boys, Mama Has Hired a Maid (both OakTara). Billy Bob will have you laughing at his tales, but before you know it, he’ll sneak in a lesson for life. Bill draws from his theological training and years of pulpit ministry but in a way that is not preachy.
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