By Auke Bijlsma
God loves to talk to little boys while theyâ€™re fishing. Thatâ€™s what a song says. Â I donâ€™t know if that is true, because I never could muster the much-needed patience for that â€˜sportâ€™. Â What I do know is that yesterday when I was on my way to work which takes me about 45-50 minutes, if the traffic gods do me a favor, I was thinking of the following.
My mind wandered off, and music was playing, donâ€™t know what song was on when I first started to think about what people would think/say about me when I got sick and died. Thought how a lot of folks would say â€˜well he smoked a whole lot of cigarettes in his lifetime’, followed by someone whoâ€™d say â€˜Iâ€™m not surprised really!!!’ Â One would probably mention how much I liked to laugh, and how sharp my cynical sense of humor sometimes was. And because of that special kind of humor I hurt some folks, or at least offended one or three (hundred). I thought by myself â€˜that ainâ€™t too bad, Iâ€™ve seen worseâ€˜.
Then I thought of specific people who I had hurt by sarcastic remarks, people I disappointed, people I took advantage off, and loved ones I betrayed. Little things that had happened kinda zipped by, big things came rolling in like thunder. Then certainly I heard the next song, a wonderful Sherman Andrus feature, recorded during his stint with Andrus, Blackwood & Co. Or A.B.C. in short. A song entitled â€˜So Many Questionsâ€˜, that exactly talked about what I was thinking of.
What would people say about me when Iâ€™m out of the picture? Would they even remember my name? Would they forget me all the same? Would I have left a trace of Jesus somewhere? Would I have been a light in dark places? Would I have been someone who did his share for the Kingdom?
To be honest, I think I know the answers to all of theseâ€¦.and the answer is, â€˜probably notâ€™. I have a lot of regrets, a lot of stuff I’m not too proud of. The last couple of months this head-knowledge is becoming a heart-knowledge. Yet right there in those turbulent and violent waters, floats the buoy of salvation. The unmistakable beacon of redemption, that bright light, the golden bell on top that tolls â€˜Youâ€™re forgivenâ€˜. The rougher the sea of life, the harder it tolls.
Well I may not know about God talking to little boys while theyâ€™re fishinâ€™, but I do know that God certainly talked to this boy while he was drivinâ€™.
Listen to this wonderful, wonderful song by A.B.C.
Listen and watch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4R2kzT9rPg
From Andrus Blackwood and Company – Questions (Album ‘Grand Opening’ 1977)
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