According to The Brock Citizen newspaper, January 1st marked the official beginning of the ice fishing season for whitefish and lake trout on Lake Simcoe. During tea time with my neighbours yesterday, Werner warned me that I would soon be seeing snowmobiles dragging fishing huts onto the lake. Werner is a fisherman himself so I could see the excitement in his eyes and the anticipation of a full limit of perch. This morning, I crunched my way through the backyard snow and onto the frozen lake to check things out. Sure enough, I could see fish hut dots in the distance, snowmobile tracks dusting the top of the snow covered ice and old Christmas trees, strategically placed in a long line, ushering the fishermen to the sweet spots on the lake.
Lake Simcoe doesn’t always look like this – it changes with the seasons. It would be foolish to describe Lake Simcoe merely as snow covered ice because it’s so much more than that.
There was a man who had four sons and he wanted them to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer and the youngest son ventured out in the autumn.
When all the sons had returned, the father called them together and asked them to describe what they had seen. The first son said, ” the pear tree was ugly, bent and bare.” The second son said, “No, the pear tree was covered with green buds and full of promise.” The third son disagreed. “The pear tree was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful.” The last son finally had his say. ” The pear tree was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.”
The father smiled and said, “You are all right but each of you have only seen one season in that tree’s life. You can’t judge a tree by what it looks like in one season of its life. If you judge the tree in its winter, you will no doubt miss the promise of its spring, the beauty of it’s summer and the fulfillment of its autumn.”
I can think of very distinct seasons in my life. I am so thankful that God didn’t judge and give up on me, based on my seasons of failure and pain, nor does he judge me on my successes and in my times of joy. God sees the whole picture and in Him, there is acceptance, love and hope.
People can change.
2 Corinthians 3: 16-18
But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.