God hath done great things
Jan. 26, 2011 at midnight
Updated Jan. 27, 2011 at 7:28 p.m.
By Elaine Wheat
Jesus saith, 'Go home to thy friends and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee.'
- Mark 5:19
After being anchored to my in-town house-home for too long, I got up this morning, cut that binding anchor rope and set myself free to go to my other home, The Indianola Fishing Marina, for the sheer joy of it. It was a choice of being home bound again or sea bound, and I don't have to tell anyone my choice. I really think I heard "Jesus, saith, 'Go home to thy friends.'" I made up the part about choosing The Indianola Fishing Marina by myself. Now, I feel obligated to tell my fishing friends about the great things the Lord hath done for me.
This is not an advertisement for the Marina, but I do think that it is the "greatest thing" the Lord hath done for the "fishing me," and it would be ungodly to keep this to myself. It is located at the end of the road that goes through old Indianola. No fish-going tide that goes in or out of Powderhorn Lake can get there with out passing through the deep channel at the mouth of it and by the wharf that is designed to be fished. It is enclosed by a wooden railing and mesh fence wiring that keeps little fishermen and us old fishermen from falling in. Now listen to this, my fishing friends, it even has clean men's and women's restrooms and lights that come on at night that light the water. You can buy live or D.O.A. bait and tackle, and even food for yourself from their cafe. The boat ramp there is wide and waiting for those who choose the rich way to fish, or you can fish from the bank right down from the marina for those who want the hard way to fish.
I have fished at The Indianola Fishing Marina since I was a child, when it belonged to Ed Bell and all that was there was just a shaky wooden pier. The Marina has really improved from those days long ago. Now, I am the shaky old one who fished off this newly improved one just because it feels like home.
Let me give you an example: When I was fishing with dead bait, a fisherman from a boat pulled his boat out and came walking over to me. He asked me if I would like to have the live bait that he hadn't used. I said I would love to have it but that I didn't have my live bait bucket with me. He said without hesitation, "Just keep mine, and put it in the Marina's bait house, and I will get it later." I used all I could before I had to leave, so I went to a fisherman who had fished down from me off the dock and offered it to him. He said that he didn't have a bait bucket, and I told him to put it in the Marina's bait house when he left. He smiled and said, "If there is any left after that, I'm going to throw them back in the channel. They have paid the price.
Dear Lord, the people who built The Indianola Fishing Marina have also "paid the price." God, bless them for blessing us.