It was one of those magical days. Dad had taken me fishing. I was surprised because fishing was his ‘alone time’ activity when he would ponder Dad things. But today he told me to grab my rod because he needed me to help him “catch a mess of fish.” For me, this would always be a special day.
At Dad’s favorite fishing hole, he showed me my spot and reminded me to cast away from him so our lines did not get tangled. He placed a cooler full of ice next to me and told me to put my catch in it. He then went upstream and prepared his spot.
Then he did something I didn’t expect. Before he made his first cast, he took off his hat and bowed his head. I was amazed – he seemed to be praying. Without a word, he opened his eyes and smiled. Hat back in place, he got to the business of the day – fishing.
And fishing doesn’t begin to describe the day. We caught more fish that day than I had ever imagined. Before long, Dad came over and started to string our catch together. Dumping some of the ice, he put the fish in the cooler and told me to start packing everything back in his truck.
As we traveled down the road, he turned down a road I didn’t recognize. I gave Dad a puzzled look only to hear, “You’ll see in a minute.”
The truck started to slow down and Dad gently pulled off on the side of the road. There was a beat-up old truck in front of a house that had seen better days. Without a word, Dad got out and took the fish from the cooler. He walked up to the truck and hung the fish on the gas cap. He returned to the truck, put it in gear, eased it back on the road, and drove a short distance up the road. He did a u-turn and started back toward the house. Then, he told me to watch for someone to come out of the house as he laid on the horn. Sure enough, a man ran out followed by a little boy and girl. I knew them – they went to our church. He-man held up the fish and looked as our truck went out of sight.
“Last Sunday, I heard they were having trouble making ends meet. I just had to do something to help. That’s why I prayed at the lake – I needed help from the Big Guy.”
I was so proud at that moment to be his son and to be blessed that he included me in this act of kindness. He smiled as I looked at him and said the first thing that came into my mind.
“The Father is good.”