As I write this my husband is preparing sixty pounds of cod and haddock filets. Tomorrow night we will have a fish fry with our family group. The remainder will go to friends, family and the freezer. Two days after Christmas Wyndham went deep sea fishing and caught so many fish that his hands were cramping from the strain of pulling them all in. (It might have also had something to do with being out on the ocean during winter in New England during high winds and 4-7 foot waves as well). He had a blast! I was so happy for him, and I have to say – the fish tastes pretty fantastic!
I wish I could enjoy this sport with him. However, if someone wanted to torture me they could wake me up in the wee hours of the morning, load me on a boat and take me fishing. No need to chum for fish… I’d automatically provide the chum. I can get sick just looking at a wave. It hasn’t always been this way. When I was a young girl, I loved to fish for brim and bass in the pond in my back yard. I caught fish on bread wads, bacon – and once while using bubble gum for bait. I never could do the worms, however. They were just too slimy for me. I fished day after day and loved it. However, something happened between now and then.
Today, I could enjoy about 10 minutes of fishing if I was standing on the ground by a beautiful lake with the air temperature about 72 degrees Fahrenheit… and a gentle breeze was blowing to keep away the bugs. Someone else would bait my hook…I’d catch a fish instantly and then they would also take it off the hook for me (and throw it back). It would be nice if a tasty picnic lunch was there to enjoy as well. I could munch on this while I stared at beautiful mountains in the background overlooking the lake. That would be okay.
I know what happened….. Shortly after we were married I went deep sea fishing with Wyndham and his uncle (who loved fishing as much as he did). It was raining and the waves had deep swells. I turned green and went down to the cabin in order to stay dry while I threw up. That proved to be a bad idea. My sea-sickness got worse and worse, so I ventured outside to sit in the rain and hurl over the side of the boat. As I sat down in the rain …. his uncle began chumming ( putting whole fish..guts and all in a meat grinder to dump in the ocean to attract fish. That helped…(not so much.) His uncle then gently put a tarp over me and assured me that we would turn back when the tide changed. (He was the boat captain so made the decisions.) When I learned that the tide would change in six hours I seriously contemplated the decision to throw myself overboard. Ever since that day, I have stayed far away from fishing. It was a fast and firm decision. I’m not even tempted to try it again. I don’t want to get close to deep sea fishing…it made me completely miserable.
I thought about two scriptures I read today.
2 Tim. 2:22-23
Flee the evil desires of youth, and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, along with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart.  Don’t have anything to do with foolish and stupid arguments, because you know they produce quarrels.
1 John 2:15-17
Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.  For everything in the world–the cravings of sinful man, the lust of his eyes and the boasting of what he has and does–comes not from the Father but from the world.  The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever.
Every day…from the mall to the television the world tries to lure us with money, things, pleasures and all sorts of distractions from what really matters. Satan is chumming for our attention and wants us on his boat. That boat ride ends very badly. May I (and we) always remember how empty and deceitful the world really is and stay as far away as possible…not setting foot on that boat. Rather,… pursue faith, love and peace…with a pure heart. These will not disappoint.