Mulberry Hill is incredible this time of year and tonight was the perfect night for fishing. Andrew and I threw the pole in the back of my Dad's truck and drove along Glass Road to Mulberry Hill. Half-way to the water we ditched our shoes under a bush. The lake looked movie-like as we came over the hill. A few pontoon boats and a jetski were making their way around Lake Louise but they didn't bother us. I waded out into the seaweed-clothes and all- and went under. I came up laughing. There is something about water that is so refreshing and cleansing. I understand why Jesus used it in the ways He did. We swam for quite awhile enjoying the waters warmth. Andrew tried to drown me a couple times and I baptized him Methodist style "sprinkle, sprinkle". Andrew gave me the "full emersion".
We started to fish and the first time Andrew's first cast brought in a nice blue-gill. Alternating catching we caught between us over ten fish. (That's not telling a tale) But it wasn't about the catching. We were just enjoying being alive. You know how there are those times in life when you think, this is why I'm here. Those moments you want to keep with you and remember. Not all that Hallmark movie stuff- just life. Being with a friend, catching fish.
We climbed a big tree as the sun was going down and talked Church, Religion, Eschatology, and living life differently. There is something sacred about Mulberry Hill. It feels like Holy Ground. People talk about making pilgrimages to Israel- but perhaps we all find our own Israels- those places we feel close to God. Any place can be an Israel.
Fishing is a noble past time.
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