This is my first Sunday back from our vacation, during which I spent some days in Canada fishing for salmon with some members of this church. In previous trips no one from the church had been with me, so I was not inhibited in reporting my success when I got back. This year the truth squad is sitting out there, the Richeys are over here, the Coutts are back there, so I have to be honest with you and tell you that the fishing just wasn't very good this year, except for one exception. Your humble pastor caught a fifty-two pound salmon. Someone asked me, "Did you throw it back?" I said, "No, I clutched it to my chest and danced."

The following week I joined Jean and our youngest daughter, Amy, at our cabin in Northern California. One day Amy and I hiked up a fork of the river where no one go…