Zorba has Greek ancestry. To me, though, the more personal reality is he’s become such a treasured friend, who “just happens” to be a fishing guide. Publicly he’s Christos Vertopoulos. To me? Always, “Zorba.”
This morning he knew exactly where we should launch…a place he knows, up pretty high on the Trask River. River still swirly and visibility could be much better.
Zorba is prepared. I brought him one of my reels, he got it connected to his favorite steelhead-bobbing-rod. Ready to go.
He thought the first hole would be a jackpot hole, or in our mutual language, close to 95%. The fishing method is called bobber-dogging. You cast upstream a tad and Zorba floats the boat with the current. You can feel the bounce of the sinker on the rocks…and then. It’s a different bounce, more determined.
I waited and I waited, “Padre! Set!”
I then woke up to reality.
It’s Wednesday morning, January 22. I’m still at home in Leander, Texas. It’s raining outside…not torrential but well beyond a drizzle.
Sitting at my desk…tapping away, just like a sinker taps away on the rocks.
Hey, truth. I had been scheduled to fish today. My cardiologist had another idea. I do what my cardiologist says. Will meet with him tomorrow to learn what’s “really going on in my heart.”
But, I know what’s spiritually going on in my heart. I’m sad. Because fishing is the best.
But, it may be. Because the rain has not let up in Tillamook, Oregon, where the Trask River is, maybe we couldn’t fish today anyway…water too high and muddy.
With that, if you are still with my stream of consciousness, I read part of next Sunday’s Matthew scripture passage. Here is my focus:
As Jesus walked by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fish for people.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him. (Matthew 4.18-20)
Truth? I cannot say with no uncertainty that I would have “left the nets.”
Okay. I have never had to. Have ALWAYS considered fishing a critically important component of living.
Because I haven’t dropped the nets I don’t consider my few years as ordained guy has been diluted. If anything, people love my fishing stories.
Well. Truth is, not all those who listen to my sermons. But, I’ll tell you! They never dislike my salmon when I hand them a fileted vacuum-packed salmon or steelhead…just caught.
Fishing, water, boats, storm. They are part of life. With that, for reasons I don’t understand, no less my quandary on why the “trial” on impeachment may not have witnesses or documents, is to think of another incident on the water and storms.
You know it. Jesus was in the boat…looked up and walking on the water toward him was Peter! Peter brought the combination of compulsive and committed. He then looked at the storm—hey, we all have storms…and he sank, short of the boat and Christ’s hand.
Here’s what I think. We all wish we could walk on water, but we know at times the storms quell our spirit.
I muse this…at that moment when he sank, that very moment Jesus said, “Peter? YOU are the rock.”
Because he sank and he wasn’t invincible. But, even more, he did sink.
Truth most important, he didn’t drown. No sirree!