A Fishing Lure

Who ever said He only calls me at midnight wasn’t kidding. Usually He lets me sleep until way after Two AM. In this case, He is “The Friend At Midnight

As I was woken up, I was compelled to write this. Mind you it is still just 1:30 AM.

A day or so ago, while in deep prayer, I heard that little voice inside ask, What kind of instrument would you be? It was reverting back to a LONG time ago, before I knew what that was. And to be honest, I had to chuckle a bit, because back in the day before my conversion began, the answer I would have given and have, would be make me a drum.

As I look back through the pages to where I am now, that little voice waking me this morning put the pieces together and the Fisherman’s lure seems to be the answer.

“Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” Matthew 4:19

He created this lure. Hammering it until its just right. Bending it into place. He placed His treble hook in her and tied His line to her. He cast her to the furthest reaches of the abyss. She drifted where every type of sin took a bite from her and the waters were filth of mortal sin. After time, He reeled her back in, slowly. Bring her back to be cleaned off, then placed back into the tackle box. Its not the lures job to know the amount of fish caught, for only the Fisherman knows that.

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