Vision of Fishing With The Father 2/21/04

The Lord took me on a walk through what appeared to be what we would call an "enchanted" forest. There was a purple glow with pink waves and giant glowing snowballs. The Father then took me through the green pastures to a still body of water. When we arrived at the bank of this body of water, He began to take out the materials needed to fashion together a fishing rod. He began to put it together from scratch and as He began to feed the fishing line through the eyelets I began to wonder what we were going to use for bait. As the Lord took notice of my curiosity and knowing the question that was in my heart, He took the hook in His hand and kissed it. As He kissed the hook, it began to throb. It throbbed like the beating of a heart, His heart. Yes, the hook itself beat in tune with the heart of the Lord.

Then He began to point to where I was to cast His Hook of Love. Just as I was getting ready to cast toward the anticipated catch He wrapped Himself around me. His Hands, His Arms, and His Back became my hands, my arms, and my back. As we sat and fished together it seemed like we got closer and close to each other and as I drew on His Presence we became one.

Then He took me down to a dock that suddenly appeared to our right. As we made our way to the end of the dock the Lord began to undress me like a small child, telling me all of the hats and religious layers and mindsets that had to be put off and left behind before being able to go into the deep waters. We then joined hands and jumped in the river. He took my hands and kissed and kissed them and they too began to throb in sync with His Heart as we began to catch the fish with our hands; His Hands becoming my hands. The catch was dramatically increased when we began to use our hands. As we caught fish after fish He began to smile over me until we both began to belly laugh.

In an instant we were transported to a room in His House and we were cleaning the fish. He cleaned each and every fish differently and I questioned "Lord, Why are you cleaning them each in a different way, they are after all just fish?" and He said, "No, each one of these precious fish is unique. Their bone structure and covering is dependant on the injuries and scars that have been experienced and thus accumulated through the years. Then He kissed the filet knife and it too began to throb in rhythm with His heart and He placed it in my hand and it began to pulsate with passion, His Passion. Then He kissed me and said, "Now, GO I have called you as a fisher of men."