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Floundering

I took my sons fishing this week. All we caught were northerns, but when I was growing up in south Florida, my favorite type of fishing was floundering. We would go at night- with nary a chance of sunburn!- and my dad would load the boat with the spotlight, three-pronged gigs, life jackets, and water.Continue reading “Floundering”

Stay Awake!

Jesus was dead. All was darkness. The greatest surprise I ever experienced happened in the dark. My father and I were sitting on a boat in the ocean. We were far enough from land that we couldn’t see any light, and both of us were gazing toward the eastern horizon. Thousands of miles away layContinue reading “Keep Watching”