While reading in my journal, I came upon an entry wherein I’d written about a former co-worker who loved to fish.  Although this story dates back to mid 2006, I thought it worth sharing.  I’ve elaborated on it, here, for your enjoyment.  I think this gentleman had a keen perspective on things . . .

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The other day, I had a guy from our Information Technology group (IT) in to work on a computer in my group. While working on the system, we chatted. He mentioned that he loves to fish. He paused, peering ponderously into some inner place I could not see. Then, correcting himself, he restated: “I do love to fish, but one day I’d like to catch.”

He clarified. He said he fishes for the simple pleasure of fishing. He enjoys everything about it. He’s a relatively new fisherman with lots to learn; however, even without the immediate rewards of a bounteous catch, he continues to fish with passion. His goal is to one day catch his limit; however, he said that goal won’t get in the way of his enjoying the fishing.

These words struck me with all the strength of truth revealed!

What a well-stated thesis on life . . . I love the process of living, with all its required regimen of routine. I love getting up in the morning. I love stressing over money matters. I love dreading the dentist. I love the kids’ commitments to sports and other activities. I love putting the cat out! And, perhaps most of all, I love those occasional quiet moments when God whispers, “All is well” and I can smile into a sunrise with my sweetheart standing steady at my side.

I’ve heard it said many times, the joy in living is found along the way – not at some preconceived point of arrival. Life’s a journey, not a destination.

Fishing, as my friend from the IT department taught me, is truly a metaphor for life.

Thanks, Jefferson!

-Mike.