Last night Josh and I spent a couple hours fishing some area farm ponds. We spent the bulk of our time at the very pond he caught "the big one" a couple of weeks ago. We fished for probably 90 minutes and caught one lousy fish!
However, on our way home we stopped by a new pond Josh had never fished. The sun was going down but we thought we'd give it a try. Believe it or not [we have no pics to prove] we landed seven or eight fish in a matter of 15 minutes - that's not counting the few that we lost. It was quite a pond!
The happenings of the night got me to thinking how similar that situation is to fishing for men. We often become frustrated at our lack of success in bringing someone to Christ. We fish and we fish, to no avail. But then other times it seems as if a season of revival has come to stay. I guess the lesson that surfaced last night is...keep fishing. You never know when things are about to change.