Am writing today from Forks, Washington, ready to fish. I knew long ago when setting dates for these days that the rainfall annually in Forks is over 100 inches. Well, yesterday that was pushing more than a couple inches, so this morning my guide buddy, Bob Ball, said we couldn’t fish. We did drive way up a county road along a river we’ll fish tomorrow—oh my. All the trees…and the river upstream was getting more green than brown…then we looked into a field and there resting was a herd of elk.
Took the time today to think of those for whom I have the greatest concern. For Brian in his battle with brain cancer. For Carol Stanley and upcoming surgery for oral cancer. For Paul Trost as he continues to deal with his wife Shelly’s death. For Luke Tanaka, Margaret Trost’s son, who’s casting about for a new position as a professional baseball broadcaster. Prayers of thanksgiving for clergy buddies who make a difference for the good…especially for Charles Stark and Peter Bauer and Gerry Metzger.
Then news flashed. Of all things maybe the Oakland Raiders [as a loyal Denver Bronco fan of 40 years my dislike for the Raidahs is hard to quantify] will be moving to San Antonio for the next NFL season which would mean Diane and I could see the Broncos at least once each year. Saw that Andrew Smith died—he’s the basketball player from Bradley University whom Coach Brad Stevens visited—detailed in a previous blog—at the age of 25. My goodness. Sadness is never stranger. Had a chance to visit today with Warren Johnson—a wonderful friend and clergy colleague—to learn of the many ways his shared ministry with the Congregational Church in Forks reaches out to the community, to recognize and reduce human needs. And then to know that Bob and I will be able to fish tomorrow and Friday. Ah, what joy!
And with that…and yes hubris is more than peeking now, but please be understanding and tolerant…came to the realization that a picture taken yesterday when fishing with John Koenig on the Skagit River [we whiffed on two strikes] is perhaps my most favorite “preaching garb,” more preferable to one of my chasuble robes. Okay, it’s personal… but priorities are priorities. Here’s a pict of the preacher garb…and of course I hope you note the scarf.