When you read the Old Testament, especially the book of Leviticus, you will find, if you pay attention to details, that God likes rhythm. All of creation is an illustration of rhythm. Very young children have a sense of rhythm in music. Music without rhythm is basically just noise. My heart beats with rhythm. Time is divided into seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, and years, and there is no variation in those time units; they are very rhythmic. Our body, mind, and emotions will feel secure when we live in rhythm, and living without rhythm makes us feel chaotic.

Part of my rhythm that is very much the hub of my life is weekly church attendance to worship the Lord and seek Him. I am not sure why but attendance this morning at Soldotna Bible Chapel was incredibly moving and a great blessing to me. On trips like this one, it is usually tricky to fit church attendance in, but I am always blessed when I do

Hebrews 10:25
not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.

I have been coming to Alaska fishing in the summer for 25 years. Usually, I fish for 18 hours a day minimum while I am here. Often, in the past, I have gone to sleep in a chair in the living room with my waders still on, slept for two hours, and then headed out to fish some more. A couple of years ago, I didn’t take my waders off for two days. I was a real fishing fanatic. I tried to do that this year; we fished from 6:00 pm until midnight and went back to the lodge, and I slept in the chair and got up and went fishing with another group from 4:00 am until 9:00 am. It took me two days of sleeping ten hours a day until I felt good again. As the song goes, “The old grey mare ain’t what she used to be!”

I have pondered this getting old thing, and all the adjustments that I need to make year by year that I hate, and why God made things this way. I know it is pretty universal, this getting old thing and becoming less mobile, less energetic, less many things. Even Old Testament people experienced it.

1 Samuel 4:15
Now Eli was ninety-eight years old, and his eyes were set so that he could not see.

1 Samuel 4:18
When he mentioned the ark of God, Eli fell off the seat backward beside the gate, and his neck was broken and he died, for he was old and heavy. Thus he judged Israel forty years.

God’s goal for each of us in this life is to make us grow in character as much as possible so that we become like Jesus in character so that we can enjoy Him and He us for eternity because we are like Him. He accelerates that process at the end of our life because we still have so far to grow and thus all the health issues.

My part in these years of accelerated growth is not to fuss and whine but to rejoice always and to trust Him totally with my life. I am working on doing that. I certainly don’t want to waste these years of getting older and all that getting older stuff.

James 1:2-3 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.

Romans 5:3-4
We also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character;

Romans 8:28-29 And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. For those whom He foreknew, He also predestined to become conformed to the image of His Son, so that He would be the firstborn among many brethren;

Today Luke, Will, and I went fishing in the ocean with my drift boat for Halibut. We caught six in two hours which is the limit. They were all small ones except for the one that pulled my rod and reel overboard. Most of the time the smaller ones nibble at your bait and your rod twitches a bit before they really start to pull, but this one grabbed the bait and pulled my rod and reel over the side before I could grab it. We still caught our limit of two apiece on two rods. We went to a place called Ninilchik where they hook up to your boat trailer with a big four-wheeled skidder and back you into the water. When we were done fishing I called them on the cell phone and told them boat 21 is ready to come out and they hooked up to my trailer which has a two foot square piece of plywood painted green with 21 painted in white paint hanging on it, they backed it into the water, and then we drove the boat up on the trailer. A nice fellow riding on the back of the skidder hooked up the boat and they pulled us out, we hooked the van up to the boat and off we went. It was a very exciting and fun day of fishing except losing my rod and reel. There are lots of big snow-capped mountains that made the day gorgeous.

There are a lot of things that I enjoy doing by myself, but fishing, probably my favorite activity in life, I enjoy doing with friends and family. Not all of my good friends enjoy fishing, nor do all of my family. I don’t remember ever fishing with Patty, but she certainly is my favorite person to do many other things with. Probably the most enjoyable thing that I did with my Dad was fishing. I fish regularly and often now with many of my friends and family. On this trip that I am now on in Alaska my son-in-law, Luke and his son, my grandson Will is with me. Neither of them has fished a lot in their past so I am enjoying teaching them the skill and the joy of fishing. Here is a great picture of Will and I yesterday and also one from eleven years ago with my son Seth, two other friends and their sons.

I left the fishing cabin with my son-in-law and grandson at 1:00 pm, pulling my drift boat headed for Ninilchik, where we planned to launch the drift boat into Cook Inlet to fish for halibut. Once in Soldotna, we stopped at the local hardware store to buy rubber boots for Luke and Will. The hardware store didn’t have any, so we went to “Sportsman’s Warehouse” and found some boots there, and I bought a billed hat because I forgot mine. We headed off for the 45-minute drive to Ninilchik, and I remembered that I needed a boat plug for my boat. So we turned around and went to the hardware store again, but they had just sold their last one, so we again went to Sportsman’s and bought two. I tried putting the plug in the boat, but the drain hole was too small, and then I remembered that I had drilled the hole back in May so rainwater would drain out, but I didn’t have a plug to put in, so I didn’t know what size to drill the drain hole. So I purposely drilled it small, planning to drill it to the correct size once I purchased a plug. So we drove back to the hardware store to buy a cordless drill motor and a 7/8-inch drill bit, but the two were over $100. Tim had a cordless drill and a bit at his lodge, so we drove back where we had started and decided to go tomorrow.

Here is a picture of Tim, George and I after a few hours of fishing. Some titles we have considered for ourselves are, “The Three Amigos,” “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly,” “Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest,” “The Best Fisherman, the Second Best, and the Worst!” We haven’t picked a title yet because there is a marked difference of opinion over who is who in the titles😀😂

Last night the Sockeye run started. The sonar fish counter had a daily count from July 1st of about 5,000 fish a day, which is very low which means catching one fish will take most of the day. Yesterday’s count was over 20,000 fish. Five of us went down to the Kenai River last night at 7:00 pm and by 10:00 pm we had our limit of 15 salmon.

My grandson Will Doughton is here with my son-in-law Luke Doughton, his dad, and he caught his first sockeye salmon. He also hooked into a big King salmon that took all the line off of his reel before any of us around him noticed until it was too late, which ended his fishing for the night. We sat around in the cabin telling fish stories until well beyond midnight last night and slept in this morning. We will go out again tonight for some more hot fishing.

Many of Jesus’ disciples were fishermen, and He promised to make them fishers of men. That is one of my main ambitions in my life, to be a skilled and knowledgeable fisher of people who don’t know Jesus. Catching sockeye salmon is fun, and I bragg about being the best fisherman, but catching salmon in Alaska has no eternal significance, but influencing people with the truth of the gospel so that they are transferred from the Kingdom of Darkness to the Kingdom of Jesus is eternally significant. Whether I am number one, two, or three in salmon-catching ability means nothing, but how well I do reaching people means everything.

The best salmon fishermen are those who do it a lot, and the most effective ambassadors for Jesus are the ones who recognize our calling and assignment from Jesus and are constantly looking for those open doors and opportunities to say a word, or do a deed, that will plant seeds and influence lost people into becoming followers of Jesus.

Colossians 4:5-6 Conduct yourselves with wisdom toward outsiders, (lost people) making the most of the opportunity. Let your speech always be with grace, as though seasoned with salt, so that you will know how you should respond to each person.

My grandson Will with his first sockeye ever!

We see moose everyday driving back and forth from fishing spot.

Lots of moose calves that you have to watch out for while driving.

This is the salmon processing where we pat them dry with paper towels then we put them in bags and vacuum pack them and put them in the freezer soon to be brought home in fifty pound fish boxes on the airplane.

This is the vacuum packer that has vacuum-sealed hundreds of pounds of salmon over the years.

The finished product, ready for the freezer.

For the last ten years or so when we are up here fishing we go to Soldotna Bible Chapel on Sunday morning at 9:30 am. We went this morning and I had a great time worshiping the Lord and being in his presence. The worship was great and the preaching was alright. The Pastor didn’t hold my attention as well as Mike does, but I was blessed anyway. When church was done we drove to the Kenai airport and picked up my son-in-law Luke Doughton and my grandson, Will Doughton.

When the salmon are running it is easy to skip church, skip Bible reading, prayer and all the rest of my daily disciplines. But I don’t skip any of those basics because it gets easier and easier to skip if I do, and the consequences are serious. It may not affect the number of fish you catch, but it very well could impact how you will do at the judgment seat of Christ.

When I get up here in Alaska, sleeping in a bunkhouse with a bunch of guys, fishing every chance I get, talking to everyone, eating when I can, showering every couple of days, and brushing my teeth occasionally, I forget to do things that aren’t part of the fishing camp experience. I need to take my Parkinson’s medication every 6 hours, but I forget, that isn’t a good thing. I have a pill box for each day with four little boxes under each day with a pill in each box. I have a weird alarm on my phone that goes off every six hours, reminding me to take a pill. I also want to read my Bible every day, write my blog every day, work on memory verses every day, call Patty every day, pray every day, read every day in my book, and write every day on sermons and lessons that I am working on. So, I have this App on my phone that I can put each thing I want to do in it, and it will flash a reminder for me on my phone screen every couple of hours or however I set it. When I get one of the things done, I touch the reminder on my phone screen, and it doesn’t flash again until the next day. After noon it flashes every hour; after 5:00 pm, it flashes every thirty minutes; and after 9:00, it flashes every 15 minutes. So with all that flashing, it is hard to forget what I am supposed to do. It is a handy little tool, and I don’t have much excuse for not completing the essential things. I carry my phone in my pocket, and people notice my phone screen and camera flash going off and they remind me too. It is tough getting old, but it is easier to remember to do things that I used to forget because of technology.

What would be cool is if my phone would listen to my conversations and when I started talking stupid it would start flashing and if I kept it up sirens would go off.

I own four boats. The smallest is a ten-foot pram, and the largest is a 26-foot ocean-going dory. All of my boats have anchors and plenty of rope. Each of the anchors has six feet of chain attached to the anchor and then the rope. The purpose of the chain is so that the anchor will lay down on its side so that the teeth will dig into the surface on the bottom. If there was just the rope, the anchor could easily sit straight up and not dig into the bottom and do no good as an anchor. The weight of the chain pulls the anchor over on its side so it will work the way it is supposed to work. There isn’t much in life worse than being on the Colombia River or out in the ocean with a ripping tide and having your anchor not hold your boat.

In life, many forces are pulling on us so that we drift away from the Lord. Often the drift is slow so that you don’t notice it happening. When we anchor up in the Colombia, there are usually other boats all around us, so we don’t want to drift down into the boat below us. I usually pick a spot on the shore that I use as a reference point that I look at periodically to see if we are staying put. You want to catch any drift early before you get into trouble.

In life, there are some anchors that hold our soul solid even in the worse of storms. The most effective anchor is the Bible, the Word of God. If we read it daily, the chances of being moved away from Jesus are zero. Another super effective anchor is fellowship with other believers. Not the phony baloney stuff where we are blowing smoke and projecting an image, but the kind of fellowship where we are being authentic, open, and transparent.

Life is short, and we don’t want to waste time drifting off course. It takes too long to get back on course, and we have lost valuable time. Jesus is coming, and what and who we are the day we enter glory is what and who we are for all eternity. You don’t want to be a baby in character when you enter glory; now, that would be a bummer! Not as bad as going to hell, I grant you that, but to be perfect is what we ought to want and be striving for in this life so that we will enjoy Jesus, and He will enjoy us for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever. . .

Over the years of traveling and speaking, and traveling on short-term mission trips I have been to about 60 different countries. In some of the countries I was in for several weeks to several months, others I was there for a day or two, and some only for a couple of hours. I have been to every State in the United States. Again some of them for a long time and others just long enough to ride my bicycle through. Of all the places I have been, my all-time favorite is Alaska. It is probably because most of the time when I come to Alaska I am fishing, hunting, or visiting family. But there is something that happens inside of me when I come to Alaska. I am not sure what to call it or how to describe it, but I just feel good. It is kind of a happy feeling with some peace and calmness thrown in, along with a sense of security in a weird kind of way, and a very real sense of expectancy, like something good is about to happen.

We got to Soldotna, Alaska, to Tim’s place today and spent most of the day getting ready for fishermen to come and spend a week fishing here on the Kenai River. There will be three groups of people each that will be here for a week fishing. We went fishing for a couple of hours this evening but caught nothing because the run hasn’t started yet, but I still had a wonderful time. It really is for me kind of a magic place.

The older I get, and the more aches and pains that I have the more I think about heaven. While I am up here in Slaska I think about heaven constantly. Heaven is a very nice thing to think about, to visualize, to dream about, both daydreaming and while I am sleeping. The cool thing is I am confident that I am going there forever because of my faith in Jesus Christ as my savior. The more I think about it the more real it becomes to me, and the stronger my faith becomes.