A Fish Tale
Monday I took Tyler Shackleford out to my father-in-law’s to introduce him to the art of fly
fishing. After about an hour of instruction I turned him loose on his own and got out my own fly rod. The rod I was using is for catching smaller fish; it is very light weight so you can feel
everything and even small fish feel like a big fight.
I had caught several bluegills and a couple of small bass, and then I got a big bite. I don’t know
what it was, but I pulled on my line like I do with the bluegills and bass, (usually you just pull them right out of the water), but this fish was too big, so my hard pull resulted in a broken line
and a lost fly.
I tied on something else, and a few small fish later I hooked into something big again. This time I
was patient, feeding line, reeling in, feeding more line, reeling in a little more. After 20 minutes I finally landed the fish: a 20+ in catfish! (Tyler shot video of the last 15 minutes if you want
to see it all!)
Patience is what it took to land this fish on such a small fly rod, and there is a lesson in this
So often we lose patience with one another. We want something and we want it now. We pull hard to
get our way, not realizing that on the other end is our brother or sister who may not be ready to come alongside us yet. This causes broken relationship, severed ties, and a loss of peace. Paul said
to the Ephesian Christian, “Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.” (Eph.
Maybe we can all learn from this fish tale. Be patient with one another. Give a little, take in a
little, give a little more, take in a little more, and eventually we will come together. After all, Jesus chose fishermen for a reason!
Think about it.