Grandson´s First Deer
In January 2008, I took my grandson, Timothy on a deer hunt in Mississippi. Tim had never killed a deer, and had only once shot at one, but this trip would be different. The weather was terrible, raining and cold and making it worse, nothing was moving. It seems the deer were smarted that we were, staying hunkered down while we sat on deer stands and waited for them to NOT move. Then on the final day, late in the afternoon, there came the deer. Tim took it with a 220 yard miraculous shot. He was so excited it was almost impossible to calm him down. We were in a box stand, or “shooting house” 16 ft. off the ground and he was trying to get out to that deer while I tried to gather our equipment. We finally found the spike buck with the help of some older men and their dog. Everyone relished the joy and excitement that exuded from Tim. The owner of the property really enjoyed watching Tim as he smiled from ear to ear. Many of the men and women at that camp did not know Tim, but all felt good about his achievement. Now, if we can get excited and join in the joy of a young hunter, how much more should we be rejoicing together in the reaching of lost souls? Rom 12:9-13 “Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good. 10 Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another; 11 not lagging in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; 12 rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer; 13 distributing to the needs of the saints, given to hospitality.” Let’s move out of our comfort zone and rejoice together giving preference to one another and loving each other without reservation.