Well I want to thank all of you that thought sending funny emails related to my “dread” about fishing would some how be an “encouragement.” I am feeling buoyed, buoyant and simply full of encouragement…
Second I want to remind all of you that are reading this that my only point in sharing this personal story about the beginning of my own awakening and enlightenment is to help you as the reader frame the reason I am so passionate about the the Transformational Trek Tribe. I feel like we are in the middle of a revolution. The church as we know it will not exist in 10 years. The dramatic exodus numerically from the institutional church, coupled with the bend over backwards efforts to tweak and adjust the current system, as well as the huge numbers of Christians admitting they are are looking for life in alternative settings for faith nourishment are only clear indicators just how dire our situation. My hope is in sharing my story and the motivation for the tribe more people will engage a 21st century faith development and transformational organism.
I awoke at Clint’s house and headed to the small airstrip where we jumped on an 8 seat plane to head to the famed Abaco, the Mecca of bone fishing. Of course all of that was lost on me at the time and I had no idea the big deal I had been invited into.
We landed, after a series of dip and swerves that can only be experienced on small planes like this, and were promptly picked up for transport to the other end of Abaco where Clint grew up. We threw our bags in the house and headed to the dock. But not to get on a boat….well at least not for very long. Because before you knew it Clint and I were wading in calf deep water with long fishing poles in hand.
The next exchange is quite hilarious to be honest. Clint asked do you know how to cast? I am thinking to myself cast? Cast what? A spell, a plaster of paris mold, cast a what? I am rolling my internal eyes thinking you might as well ask if I can crochet, because I feel just about as inept in both of those worlds. So Clint proceeds to teach me how to cast. Seems easy enough, not so bad. Of course Clint is laughing his you know what off, enjoying every minute of this little training time realizing that he might be quickly regretting this little invite he made 6 months earlier on Orcas Island at Len’s house.
But this isn’t even the beginning. The real hilarity is yet to come.
Clint begins his explanation of just what we are doing.
