Oceans for Emotions: Take dominion over your problems
July 30, 2010 at 2:30 a.m.
Take dominion over your problems
By Elaine Wheat
"And God said, 'Let us make men in our image, after our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the fowl of the air, over the cattle and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth."
- Genesis 1:26
While another friend and I were fishing from the beachfront during the oil spill season, I was feeling rather guilty about not fulfilling the "dominion" thing about the sea. I could rationalize that I hadn't done anything to blow a hole in the sea floor to let the oil out, but I hadn't done anything to stop it either.
Being a believer in God, I should have gone right to the southern states that were being smeared with oil and at least help scrape tar balls off the beaches, wash pelicans or cared for little, helpless sea turtles until they were resettled. No, I just went fishing and thought that thanking God that the oil wasn't on my beach was enough. NOT!
While beating up on myself, I felt my line tighten and start a really strange pull. Well, I could at least have "dominion over the fish of the sea" I thought as I really set the hook. My catch didn't start jumping, rolling or diving down deeper. It just started sort of wobbling away from me. I had never caught anything that acted that way.
I was using my rod and reel that I named "Tree," which leaves little to your descriptive imagination, so I just braced myself in the sand and we took turns dominating each other for a long time. Finally, I could make a few turns on my reel and felt as if being dominate was turning in my favor
Finally, it started walking toward me and I pulled it up on the beach. I could figure out the mystery. I had hooked a green, sea turtle. Then my big "dominance" problem set in again. When you catch a fish and fight it that long, it just lies there being dominated. Not so with turtles. It would rest on the beach a few seconds and start right back into the water dragging "Tree" with it. My friend had become so fearful that she was sitting on the tail gate of the truck and "dominance" was not on her mind.
I thought I was having a stroke because the ground felt as if it was shaking and my head started roaring. Then I realized that a pack of motorcycle riders in full regalia had pulled up and were running toward me. "Dominance" crossed my mind again, and I almost jumped on the tailgate with my fearful friend.
One of them waded, with his leather studded boots and pants, right out into the water and grabbed "Tree" while another one soaked his riding gloves and in the gentlest way possible picked up my turtle, held him to his vest-covered chest and wrapped his huge, hairy arms around it.
He just said, "I'm going to help you. This is an endangered species, and we are all sent here to save it."
Dear Lord, until that very moment, this strong, "bull-headed" woman never equated "dominion" with "saving." Let us all let You have dominion over us.