DayBreaks for 11/27/18: Frozen Fishermen (and Home)
From the DayBreaks archive, November 2008:
It’s been some number of years now, but I used to take an annual 3-day fishing and camping trip with my friends, Ken, Larry and Tom. We went different places each year, but it was always a highlight of our fall season. We worked together at a company called Triad and had grown to be good friends over the years. Our trips became so famous in the company that at company breakfasts after our get-away, we’d be asked about the trip or invited to show pictures!
One year, we went to a place called Loon Lake. We’d been there before and the fishing was usually pretty good, and at the time it was fairly isolated. It was located at 6500 feet in the Sierra Nevada, about 50 miles off highway 50 that eventually goes into the south end of Lake Tahoe. Having been there before, we thought we knew what we were getting in to. We didn’t.
The weather was beautiful the first couple of days we were there and we had ice chests full of fish. On our last night there, it was a bit cooler, and we crawled into the tent and our sleeping bags looking forward to one more morning of fishing.
Morning dawned – cold and wet. It had started raining during the night and we were as wet as we could be. Temperatures had plummeted to near freezing. As I recall, there were drips and drabs of ice mixed in with the rain. As I had noted, we’d been to Loon Lake before and thought we knew what we were up against. But since the weather had been nice before, none of us had brought rain gear. But, being the manly men that we thought we were in our younger days, we still wanted to fish. So, we cut neck and arm-holes in the trash bags we’d taken and put them on over our jackets and headed down to the lake to fish. The only problem was that it was so cold that our fingers were too numb to bait the hooks. So, two of the guys who were not as full of their “manliness” as the other two of us were, volunteered to keep their hands in their pockets to warm them up and then to bait the hooks while the other two of us fished. We did that for a while – and the weather kept getting colder and windier and wetter. It wasn’t long until we were all thinking the same thing: won’t it be great to get home and get a hot shower and warm up!
Well, we survived – no one lost any fingers or toes, and we left vast numbers of trout uncaught. We were miserable, no doubt about it. But how much more miserable would we have been if we didn’t have a clear picture of the homes and warmth to which we would return?
So it is with this world. This world is a white-out, a blizzard, trying to freeze the very life out of us. And, for much of the time, we are to varying degrees and for varying reasons, miserable while here. It is the heavenly vision, of the warmth of the Presence, of the warm welcome, of the place of comfort – that revitalizes us. We don’t think of heaven enough, I fear. Let the thought of heaven warm your heart and soul and give you the focus to keep going until you arrive at His house!
Prayer: Lord, thank you for the vision that has the power to keep us moving forward, for the promised place of rest and reward that will make this life and it’s struggles seem like nothing. When we start to lose hope, to freeze over, warm us with the vision of your eternal love, in Jesus’ name, Amen.
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