Yesterday as I was with God in the early morning hours when 12 bass boats came screaming by in the pre-dawn cold and pouring rain. A tournament had begun upstream somewhere and they were heaven bent on being first to the best spots. The event added great meaning to my morning. These men and women were up against it, pouring rain, cold, dark, a river lined with forest and mountains and them, not creeping along, but racing into the teeth of it all. It was humans and earth at each others most raw, most primitive, most natural; neither backing down but neither contentious. They were what they were, great humans in the midst of the great earth and both being their most sincere. An hour or so later Betty woke up and I was relaying the story to her. I said, “You know we don’t raise men and women like that anymore. But we are!”
I think Jesus still thinks, “that was a great decision to pick those fishermen!”
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| Teaching the younger Benson/Carbonells to shoot. |
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