On a cold December afternoon I found myself at one of my favorite places, Bennett Springs State Park, just up from the Whistle bridge and below the hatchery outlet. I had my trusty 3 weight fly rod with me and noticed that there was a slow but steady flow of insects floating down the stream, a hatch was on, and I had hit the river at just the right time.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
A few months ago I went to the optometrist to see about getting a new prescription. I had been getting headaches and my eyes felt tired all the time. I also had been wanting to give contacts a try again because as a fly fisherman, it was just easier when I didn’t have to wear my glasses when I went fishing. My sister had just gone to a new doctor and had good results with him, so I thought I would give it a shot. Imagine my surprise when he told me that he thought he found my problem, my old prescription was six full degrees off from what it should be. The near sighted to far sighted scale is measured from negative six to six, with zero hanging out in the middle, so really you only have twelve degrees to mess with, and my old prescription was off by six full degrees.
No wonder I was having focus problems, I didn’t have the right prescription.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
In light of the Benjamin Netanyahu speech yesterday and with all of the increasingly horrific reports surrounding IS, it was inevitable that I would have someone ask me the prophecy question.
“Do you think that the end of the world is near?”
There was a time in my life when I was really into prophecy. I read all the scripture, I read many books, I preached messages about how the end of the world as we know it could be just right around the corner. I could talk prophecy with just about anyone that wanted to listen.
I don’t really do that anymore.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
I love impressions, well good impressions anyway. I can remember being a kid when Dana Carvey would do Ross Perot, and then who could forget his George Bush (41 & 43) routine? But that is just a small sample of the characters that Carvey portrays. On one episode of of Saturday Night Live he even said, “I love to be these people for you!” And we love him for it.
The trouble with imitating other people though, is that none of us were created to do that. No, there is nothing wrong with a good imitation. (The bad ones though, they deserve the eye rolls they receive!) But when imitation becomes the basis for your life, you and those around you, will miss the blessing God designed you to be.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Just over a year ago we gathered at church for our Sunday morning services as usual, but on that particular day in our little section of town there was no electricity. Which meant there were no lights, no heat (it was winter), no sound system, no projector on the wall, and perhaps worst of all, no coffee. None of us knew there wouldn’t be any power that morning so when we got to church and nothing worked, a small panic ensued. As I grew up one of the things I learned from Grandpa was that in these situations, when things go wrong, God must be up to something or the Devil wouldn’t be fighting so hard.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Saturday, February 28, 2015
It works on me almost every time.
|Homemade pizza goodness... now I'm hungry!|
It usually starts by showing obviously fresh ingredients that were probably grown in some mythical garden of perfection laying out on a wide counter that is being covered with a light coating of flower. Soon you see the dough being kneaded into shape, and then thrown into the air to allow centrifugal force to shape the crust. Then a ladle full of mixed tomato paste and spices from a recipe that probably came over on the boat from Italy with Great Great Grandma, is spread in increasing concentric circles until it leaves just the right amount ofcrust. Next the toppings go on, cheese, onions, peppers, and succulent meats, then it is placed in the oven where the heat brings it to a bubbling golden brown, and then just before the cheese burns, it is taken out, and is served to an over joyed family of beautifully fit people with million dollar smiles. The kicker for me though is when they serve it and I see the cheese stretching out into tiny tendrils of tasty treasure while a bit of steam rises from the top. And now I’m hungry. I wasn’t hungry before but I could eat now, and guess what? I’ld almost kill for a pizza.