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My father was
a Presbyterian minister...
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and a fly-fisherman.
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Though it is true that one day a week
was given over wholly to religion...
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even then he told us about
Christ's disciples being fishermen.
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And we were left to assume,
as my younger brother Paul and I did...
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that all first-class fishermen on the
Sea of Galilee were fly-fishermen...
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and that John, the favorite,
was a dry fly-fisherman.
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The poor without Christ
are of all men the most miserable.
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But the poor with Christ...
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are princes and kings
of the earth.
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In the afternoon,
we would walk with him...
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while he unwound
between services.
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He almost always chose a path
along the Big Blackfoot...
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which we considered our family river.
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It was there he felt his soul restored
and his imagination stirred.
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Long ago rain fell on mud
and became rock.
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Halt a billion years ago.
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But even before that,
beneath the rocks...
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are the words of God.
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Listen.
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And if Paul and I listened
very carefully all our lives...
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we might hear those words.
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Even so, Paul and I received as many
hours of instruction in fly-fishing...
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as we did
in all other spiritual matters.
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As a Presbyterian,
my father believed...