If you follow me on Pintrest- “ a tool for collecting and organizing things you love”, you will read my statement that compares time to a river. For my personal statement I wrote: I anchor my soul to art in the river of life. I study the natural rhythm of seasons. By living my artist's life I float the current of time through the seasons of my life and enjoy the journey!
And in my blog “Beyond the Stories” that is a part of the Stories for Samuel website, I wrote about a recent fishing vacation, remembering in this contex, a Face book note. I once wrote:
Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. Matthew 4:18.
I once painted a plaque that said: "for every hour a man spends fishing, (or camping, loving nature with friends) he adds an hour to his life". This old saying may hold some truth in that, when a man relaxes and loves creation, he loves God and ceases to be anxious, and will therefore experience spiritual renewal and better overall health.
I have enjoyed meeting a wide variety of fisher people over a half century of fishing. I have known the encouragement and brotherhood of fishermen from the perspective of a young boy. I have seen fishing therapy work wonders for troubled souls and now enjoy teaching young people to fish and enjoy the great outdoors!
I felt the swirl of a Spirit and imagined Jesus is still finding disciples from the ranks of fisher people and all manner of nature lovers. I then revised the old saying: "for every hour a man spends fishing with brothers, he prepares for eternity"!
In the previous blog post “Three Old Guys From Missouri and a Kid From Tennessee”, I described a valuable
experience with an old friend and my positive experience with two new friends. Since that time only a few days ago, I have experienced feelings that are hard to explain. It is interesting to me that I would visit two different camps since then and interact with friends in such a way to further the exploration of my own spirit. I hope that my being at the camp sites also offered something of value to others.
Like a confluence of spiritual waters the coming together of my soulful feelings swirled in the coming together of my mind and soul. Out in the country about forty miles from Jefferson City, in the one room white frame church, I reflected upon recent times I was blessed to know.
I recalled the last days of May days with my grandson Samuel, who I write stories for, and I hoped that he, “honorary grandson Brock”, my students and future generations, will discover my stories one day.
I reflected upon times with my son and daughter and pray for them. The prayers flowed on in my mind:
God bring about healing for friends, Ed, Ron and Jim who are fighting valiantly to explore more of their own river of time.
Father, thank you for teaching brother Roger how to be such a good fateher and how to relax fishing.
Thoughts about Bill and his discipling, his cautionary words, for me to rest and take care of myself, came to me.
I wondered where Old Paul was and how he was doing, take care of him too Lord.
Sam’s recognition of my ability to rally and come to the River Camp bolstered my spirit.
I thought about returning to teaching tomorrow morning and looked forward to sharing a perspective on art and life with recent high school graduates in the William Woods University Freshman Advantage Program, and I look forward to this possibility.
Spiritual waters continued to swirl in my soul when I was singing an old Christian Hymn:
There Is a Fountain …4. E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And in my blog “Beyond the Stories” that is a part of the Stories for Samuel website, I wrote about a recent fishing vacation, remembering in this contex, a Face book note. I once wrote:
Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. Matthew 4:18.
I once painted a plaque that said: "for every hour a man spends fishing, (or camping, loving nature with friends) he adds an hour to his life". This old saying may hold some truth in that, when a man relaxes and loves creation, he loves God and ceases to be anxious, and will therefore experience spiritual renewal and better overall health.
I have enjoyed meeting a wide variety of fisher people over a half century of fishing. I have known the encouragement and brotherhood of fishermen from the perspective of a young boy. I have seen fishing therapy work wonders for troubled souls and now enjoy teaching young people to fish and enjoy the great outdoors!
I felt the swirl of a Spirit and imagined Jesus is still finding disciples from the ranks of fisher people and all manner of nature lovers. I then revised the old saying: "for every hour a man spends fishing with brothers, he prepares for eternity"!
In the previous blog post “Three Old Guys From Missouri and a Kid From Tennessee”, I described a valuable
experience with an old friend and my positive experience with two new friends. Since that time only a few days ago, I have experienced feelings that are hard to explain. It is interesting to me that I would visit two different camps since then and interact with friends in such a way to further the exploration of my own spirit. I hope that my being at the camp sites also offered something of value to others.
Like a confluence of spiritual waters the coming together of my soulful feelings swirled in the coming together of my mind and soul. Out in the country about forty miles from Jefferson City, in the one room white frame church, I reflected upon recent times I was blessed to know.
I recalled the last days of May days with my grandson Samuel, who I write stories for, and I hoped that he, “honorary grandson Brock”, my students and future generations, will discover my stories one day.
I reflected upon times with my son and daughter and pray for them. The prayers flowed on in my mind:
God bring about healing for friends, Ed, Ron and Jim who are fighting valiantly to explore more of their own river of time.
Father, thank you for teaching brother Roger how to be such a good fateher and how to relax fishing.
Thoughts about Bill and his discipling, his cautionary words, for me to rest and take care of myself, came to me.
I wondered where Old Paul was and how he was doing, take care of him too Lord.
Sam’s recognition of my ability to rally and come to the River Camp bolstered my spirit.
I thought about returning to teaching tomorrow morning and looked forward to sharing a perspective on art and life with recent high school graduates in the William Woods University Freshman Advantage Program, and I look forward to this possibility.
Spiritual waters continued to swirl in my soul when I was singing an old Christian Hymn:
There Is a Fountain …4. E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.