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The Fisherman

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Good News For Youth (GNFY) published under the oversight of the Alkire Rd Church of Christ elders and posted by permission of the editor.

 

The old fisherman's voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I’ve come to see if you’ve a room for just one night Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.

 

"Why, he’s hardly taller than my eight year old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face–lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I’ve come to see if you’ve a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there’s no bus ‘til morning." He told me he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success; no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it’s my face. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments...."

 

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me, "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning." I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you, I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.

 

When I finished the dishes, I went out to the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn’t take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn’t tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.

 

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children’s room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for the bus, haltingly, as if asking for a great favor, said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won’t put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don’t seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again. And on his next trip, he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they’d be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

 

In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never a time that he did not bring fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times, we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he had made these gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!" Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice, but oh, if they had only known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it is to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.

 

knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting out in this old pailRecently, I visited a friend who had a greenhouse. As she showed her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I’d put it in the loveliest container I had!" My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting out in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden." She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven.

 

"Here’s an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the fisherman. "He won’t mind starting in this small body."

 

All this happened a long time ago...and now, in God’s garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.

 


 

How many people have we missed knowing

because we judged solely on their outward appearance?


We need to keep in mind that God looks on the inward parts of us. 

"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made..."

(Psalms 139:14)

 

Take a close look at not only how you present yourselves to others,
but who you really are living for each day

 

-– Author Unknown, January 2000 –-

 


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