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"But aren't you making an assumption that there is a God and that he created everything?
"You're right on both accounts." Dub conceded. "But what if, for sake of argument, we decided to proceed under those assumptions?" He stopped to collect his thoughts. "After all, didn't we sort of do that this morning before we left house?"
"Sorry, Dub, you lost me again."
"Well, I told you that I knew about a great fishing hole, right?"
"So, did you know for sure that you would catch fish here?"
"No, but I had a pretty good idea that I would."
"So you made an assumption. And I'm betting you're glad you made that assumption." He winked at me as I nodded affirmatively. "But let me ask you this." Dub stopped talking momentarily to adjust tension on his line. "What if you had made assumption that there were no fish and therefore decided not to make trip this morning?" I could see where he was going. "I would have been wrong and..."
"You would have missed something really great wouldn't you."
Suddenly as if on cue tip of my rod dipped violently toward water. I instinctively lifted my rod and gripped line to keep it taut. The fish broke surface exposing his white belly, and flared gills, revealing red intricacy within. Twisting and bucking he cleared water by his own length or more. I struggled to keep tension on line, but Herculean leap toward me had too much power and velocity behind it. The elk hair caddis that had been lodged in his mouth was suddenly free and fish was gone. For a moment only sound I could hear was rapid drumming of my heartbeat in my ears.
Dub continued talking as I inspected my leader. "So why can't we talk about God from assumption that there actually is a God? If we're wrong, no harm done. But, if we are right… Well, we might just find something good."
It was a reasonable proposition. We fished and talked until sun slipped behind western peaks. Exhausted and fulfilled we made our way back to truck. As we drove home I thought of one last question I needed to ask. I found right words as headlights of Dub's truck illuminated his driveway.
"Dub, today while we were talking about God." He looked at me over rim of his glasses. "You said a lot of things that came out of Bible. Right?"
"Yeah, you're right."
"Well, I don't mean to be hard headed or anything, but what would you say to man who is not so sure he believes in Bible?"
Dub smiled and said, "Well, I would say to him, 'You know, I read about this great fishing place up on Big Thompson. Why don't we go check it out?'"
Ken is a pastor, writer, composer,web designer,promoter living in Greeley Colorado with his wife and two children. His articles and poems have been published in various magazines. He writes a monthly column for the Greeley Tribune called "Faith For Dummies" which features spiritual insights gathered through outdoor sports and recreation