“This
is no way to fish,”
the young pastor said to himself. Even before he and his
silver-haired friend Sam climbed into the boat with the tackle box
and bait, Pastor Tony was already having a struggle in his soul.
Like
so many times before, Sam knew he was invited along for no reason
that had to do with catching fish. Sam was a genius at listening. If
you wanted him to, he could listen to your woes all day long and not
say a word to you. And if you told him not to say a word to anyone
about your conversation – he could clam up like a lawyer. However…
Sam was awful good at talking things over with the Lord.
Most
folks don’t know it but Sam was a great ‘knee listener’. He
loved to frequently get on his knees in his quiet place. With his
head bowed and sometimes fingers resting on his oldest Bible, he’d
say, “Dear Lord, You’ve showed me how much You love me. Tell me
how to show you today how I can love you back.” Then for a half
hour or more, he’d let God’s heart speak to his heart far better
than two computers can talk to each other.
As
Sam fished from the front of the boat he was totally aware that his
young pastor friend was in mental deep water with no sight of shore
or a lighthouse. Sam remained silent.
Tony
cleared his throat and in troubled tones said, “Sam, I don’t know
what the answer is. This would be a lot easier if I at least knew
what questions to ask.” Almost in a begging gesture, he held an
open hand palm up toward his silver-haired fishing friend. “It’s
like I’m trying to put together a church building and one of the
steel beams is missing. And I don’t know where it’s at or even
what it looks like.” Sam remained quiet while waiting for an
explanation.”
Tony
continued. “Our Pastor’s Conference last week gave some very
unsatisfying data showing that the church as a whole is loosing
ground with each generation. Our church is too. Everyone worked hard
to show we have all the latest tech tools to analyze our
progress…and…decline. Sam, I know that ‘sin in the camp’ can
certainly distance God’s working. But I don’t see that clearly as
being the specific need. I just don’t know the right questions to
ask God.”
There
was a long long silence in the boat. Maybe Sam was doing some of his
knee listening. Then without knowing exactly why, he told Pastor
Tony, with a bit of sarcasm – “maybe ya need ‘nother computer.”
Silver-haired Sam was old school – but with indoor plumbing, you
understand. Maybe he was looking through bad glasses. Somehow it just
seemed to him like all that technical talk and stuff crowded out what
church services were REALLY about.
But
he’d said it and was not a bit sorry he did.
“Maybe
ya need ‘nother computer.”