Chaplain’s corner
Go fishing
Hanging on my office wall is a poem that was given to me years ago when I used to go fishing. I do not get to do that anymore, but the sentiment still touches my heart. In any case, I think this applies to all 99ers, regardless of whether we go fishing.
The Fisherman’s Prayer
God, grant that I may live to fish
until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray,
When in the Lord’s safe
landing net
I’m peacefully asleep,
That in His mercy I be judged
As big enough to keep.