Most of the time I spent with my dad growing up was by the lake, river or ocean with a fishing pole in my hand.
For my Dad, fishing is his passion. I often watch my squad-mates come alive when we are assigned a ministry they are passionate about. Seeing how someone’s face lights up and listening to them talk about what they are passionate about is one of my favorite things I have the privilege of experiencing while on The Race.
Growing up my passion was dance. The little interest I had in fishing, I left to my dad and brother to enjoy during my teenage years. Several years ago I began fostering my love for fishing in joining my father at the lake and on the boat again. I realized that fishing wasn’t my passion, but I realized it has been one of the greatest learning experiences I have been blessed with.
Growing up I never would have thought I would be a missionary. I never thought I would travel for nearly a year, as a missionary or otherwise.
Matthew 4:18-22 talks about how Jesus saw Simon and Andrew fishing and he told them to drop their nets and follow Him.
Any true fishermen who hears of a good new fishing hole will drop just about anything to be out on the water again. Wherever the fish are is where you want to be.
Jesus said “Come follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
When I found The World Race, I was looking for something more. I knew there was more to life then the usual 9-5 and a trip to an overpriced movie theater on the weekends.
I was looking to follow Jesus. And so I began my journey no longer fishing for dinner, but for the hearts of God’s people.
All that time we spent digging for worms, baiting hooks, and waiting for a bite prepared me for The Race. It taught me patience and contentment. It taught me how to listen. It gave me a love for the water and a respect for the environment in which we live.
Most importantly fishing gave me the blessing of building a relationship with my Dad so he could teach be all these things.
Happy Father’s Day Daddy!
I miss fishin’ with you!
