The last two Catches, taken together, make another Catch. Tuesday’s Catch, “Where’s the Reverend Doctor?” was a disaster. Marti thought it was my worst ever. Had I shared it with her first, you never would have seen it. As it was, it served as a request for prayer, which a number of you kindly wrote me that you were taking on my request. The part’s fine. I will never turn down an offer for prayer, and I am seeking prayer for this. Thank you.
This all has to do with a memorial service I’m taking on for my friend Arnold in a couple weeks. As I was beginning to hear more stories about Arnold’s life, and some of his friends, who will probably be there, I was beginning to grow more and more intimidated. On Tuesday, I just couldn’t see past the boulder in the road. I stopped, and couldn’t go farther.
Normally, I don’t write a whole Catch on my depression and leave it there. This time I did. I made you wait a whole day before I could find my way out. I decided to just be honest about what I was feeling, which is what I usually try to do in my writing. I just don’t normally leave you hanging there holding the bag. I was even questioning whether I was the right guy to deliver the message. Get one of those Reverend Doctors they have on the church staff — that’s what everyone will be expecting anyway.
By the next day (yesterday) I had another Catch, “After further review…” that was full of confidence in the Holy Spirit and my spiritual gift, and reestablished myself as the man for the job. (I better be, because I am the one Arnold requested.)
I kind of feel bad about leaving everyone stuck on Tuesday, but that’s where I was at, and maybe we all learned something in the process. It’s pretty simple, really. At any given time, we have the option to look at ourselves; look at the circumstances; look at the dark side; look at the enemy; or look to the Lord and to the empowerment He has promised us. Like the children of Israel in the wilderness: you can look at the giants in the land or look to the Lord who promised to give you the land, who is much bigger than the giants. Choose fear or faith. It really boils down to that.
I love what J.J. wrote me after yesterday’s Catch: “Now that’s the John Fischer I know!!!”
Thanks J.J.! It’s good to be back.