As a new year begins, I’m often full of energy and willpower to change and improve my life. This year I will lose those pounds, make time for relationships, draw nearer to God. But without fail, that energy and optimism all but disappear when resistance inevitably kicks in. It reminds me of a time years ago when, as a young pastor, I had an invitation to go fishing with my neighbor.
I hadn’t done much fishing in my life, but I thought it would be a great opportunity to get to know him better. So we loaded the boat on a trailer and hooked up to his pickup. The sun was shining and it looked to be an awesome day to be on the water.
We launched the small fishing boat onto the Ouachita River, he pulled a cord on the small motor and it sputtered into life. We headed downstream on the rain-swelled river at a pretty good clip. In short order we arrived at his favorite fishing spot and spent a good deal of time there. As I recall, he caught quite a few good sized Bream and I drowned a lot of worms.
When we had about as much fun as we could muster, it was time to head back to the truck. My friend pulled the rope and the engine once again hummed into life. However,