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Topic: Fishing (06/07/04)

TITLE: Hook, line, and sinker
By Karen Treharne


“Come on Billy. What’s taking so long?”

Just then Joey’s best friend came bounding out the door and breathlessly said. “I needed my rabbit’s foot. It’s going help me catch the most fish.”

After they arrived at the South Alder Lake campground, the boys gathered firewood while their fathers set up camp. Joey grinned as he picked up another stick, “I can hardly wait to use my new rod and reel. It’s really slick.”

“That’s neat but it won’t help you catch more fish than me. I’ve got my lucky charm, remember?”

“I don’t believe in luck or charms. I believe in Jesus.” They turned toward camp. “He’s the one I trust.”

After dinner, the boys sat down by the fire, and Billy asked. “Tell me some more about this Jesus. Why do you believe in him?”

“Jesus is the Son of God. He died for our sins and then he came alive and returned to heaven. He’s waiting for everyone to learn about him so we can all be together with Him. He asks his believers to be fishers of men by telling others about Him.”

“You can’t be serious.” Billy shook his head. “You can’t come alive again after you’re dead. That impossible.”

“Well I guess it is hard to believe. But what makes it so easy to believe that a dead old rabbit’s foot can bring you more luck than the living Son of God?”

“Fine. Let’s just see who gets the biggest catch tomorrow.”

Saturday dawned cool and clear and by lunch the boys had caught three fish apiece. After eating, they agreed to meet again at 4 o’clock. When Joey returned with a total of seven fish in his pouch, he skipped rocks on the water until about 4:30, and then he walked in the direction his friend had gone earlier and called out to him now and again.

Just as he was about to turn back, he heard a muffled noise. Joey ran in the direction of the sound, nearly falling into the same ditch that Billy lay in. He stopped just in time to avoid the hidden stump. He leaned over the opening. “Hold on Billy, I’ll go get our dads.”

“No. Don’t go, please.”

Hearing the panic in Billy’s voice, Joey tried to encourage him. “I have to get help, Billy, ‘cause I can’t get you out by myself. But I need to pray first.” Joey bowed his head. “Dear Lord: Thank you for helping me find Billy. Without your protection we would be lost and defenseless. Please guide me quickly back to camp and provide us with enough light to return before darkness. Stay with my friend and give him peace. In your name I pray. Amen.”

Later, around the campfire Billy thanked Joey for searching for him and said proudly. “I guess my rabbit’s foot really worked, huh? I caught nine fish.”

“Oh brother, you fell and broke your leg and your fishing pole. That doesn’t sound like good luck to me. The important thing is that God lead us back to you before it got dark and you weren’t hurt any worse. Jesus was the one who took care of you today, not your rabbit’s foot.”

“Well, maybe you’re right. But I still caught the most fish.”

“Yes, you did.” Joey thought a second. “But, I caught the biggest fish.”

“What do you mean, the biggest fish?”

“You. Because I’m a believer in Jesus, I’m a fisher of men. And you’re the fish I caught for Him. The fish you caught are dead and will be eaten. But you have a chance to live forever if you welcome Christ into your heart. In this case, I think that the biggest fish is more important than the number of fish caught, and that faith in Jesus is more powerful than trusting in any old animal paw. What do you think?”

Billy knew in his heart that what Joey said was true. He had felt a change after Joey’s prayer. He had stopped shaking and feeling cold, and his leg hadn’t hurt so badly. In fact, he had prayed to this Jesus himself, after Joey left. He didn’t understand why but it made him feel better. “Ok. Maybe Jesus is worth getting to know.”

They smiled at each other, and Joey silently thanked God for helping him to cast out his line. He knew Jesus would do the rest.

Member Comments
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L.M. Lee06/14/04
wonderfully told! always have to keep casting our lines to catch the "big ones!" :-)
Deborah Porter 06/14/04
Delightful, charming and a good message to boot! Well done Karen. You kept my attention focussed right to the end. With love, Deb
Lynne Gaunt06/15/04
I really enjoyed your story. The events unfolded smoothly and the message was great. Well done!
B Price06/15/04
I enjoyed this story. A great message...
so often others looks for and gives credit to other things, but the bottom line is IT JESUS that is with us and protecting us.
beautiful told.