Emphasis Preaching Journal
I have never met anyone...
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I have never met anyone like him. Old Joe, I mean. At least that's what I affectionately called him since his years greatly exceeded my own.
Old Joe was a parishioner in a church I served in Port Arthur, Texas. He was also an avid fisherman, and often took me into the bayous, lakes and other waterways that shape the northeastern coast of Texas on the Gulf of Mexico. From early morning until late in the day we would attempt to convince the fish of our need for them to take our bait, leave the water, and join us in the boat. Sometimes we succeeded.
Old Joe was a parishioner in a church I served in Port Arthur, Texas. He was also an avid fisherman, and often took me into the bayous, lakes and other waterways that shape the northeastern coast of Texas on the Gulf of Mexico. From early morning until late in the day we would attempt to convince the fish of our need for them to take our bait, leave the water, and join us in the boat. Sometimes we succeeded.
