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Call Me Bond... Well, Maybe Not!

by Pastor Mark Fisher

June 13, 2017

I was 18 years old and with the wind in my face and the testosterone flowing through my veins, I felt like none other than James Bond.

It was one of those beautiful summer days as I cruised down the lake in my dad’s boat. I was on my way from our lake home to a boat landing 4 miles away to meet my buddies. It was a great day to hang out; swimming, waterskiing or even fishing. As I headed up the narrow channel of the lake, turning both left and right to stay in the center of the channel, the James Bond feelings became stronger. I knew what I was going to do. Wow, that would impress my buds that were waiting on the shore.

Looking back, I laugh at myself when I think of my teenage years; full of vim, vigor and pride, with the need to impress others for acceptance. When I turned 50, my own 18 year old son mentioned to me that it must stink to get older. I explained to him, “not really.” I can’t do all the things I used to do; for instance, after waterskiing last summer, I could barely function for 3 days! But on the other hand, I am content with who I am, while I was not when I was younger. God’s acceptance of me based on Christ’s work and love for me is everything. ("To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved", Ephesians 1:6) This, I have found to be much greater and fulfilling than peer acceptance!

Yes, call me Bond, James Bond, or so I imagined. I kept the throttle wide open as I approached the shore. I was going to run the boat right up on the sand just like Bond did so many times. It worked! The boat came entirely out of the water and my friends were impressed! The only problem was I did not see the concrete block hidden in the grass. But I felt it! Somebody had left their anchor behind. For me, "behind" took on a different meaning just then…

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