Fishing

August 27, 2023
 
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Suddenly, and without warning, my family is into fishing.  They have found a secret place where the bluegills bite as fast as you throw in the hook.  Remember, I’m the one who doesn’t bait my hook.  No bait, no fish biting; no fish biting, no fish to clean. 😊  That seems to be a pretty good motto for me.
 
It’s not the fish biting that’s entertaining.  What’s enjoyable is the squeals of laughter when one begins to tug on the line.  Quiet! You’ll give away our secret place.
 
Here’s something really fun.  If you’re fishing from your boat, make a big commotion, even if you’re not catching anything, and watch all the boats around you come close because they think you’re in a “hot spot.”
 
I’ve come a long way from fishing under Rainbow Bridge for bullheads in Buffalo Creek.  You know, that sounds like a scene from a movie, Rainbow Bridge at Buffalo Creek.
 
My whole life has been about living a life of dreams, happy dreams.  I capture the fun of fishing moments and rewind the sound of laughter over and over.  I climb a mountain to take in a view.  There I stand, gazing out into the horizon memorizing every detail for a later time.  Every fall and winter, I hike the woods to see if my grandson’s stick shelter still stands.  With a smile, I remember the day it was built.
 
Memories.  Like the song says, “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away.”  Hang on to your memories.  One day, they may be all you have.
 
I always share my precious memories with my closest friend, Jesus.  He adds sparkle and life!
 
Blessings,
Pastor Allan
 
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