Back, for now.

It has been a busy week or so. The fishing "scramble" began on the 2nd when I left for LaGrange, GA for the Weekend Series southern regional. I fished that trail as a "co-angler", as in the guy in the back of the boat that has no say. I did not fair too well. I had never seen the lake before and dont really care if I ever see it again. Needless to say, did not get a check.
Drove home, spent the night, got up at 5 the next morning and drove 12 hours to Oklahoma. This was the Bass Club World Championship. Thirty four 6 man teams from all over the US and Canada competing for a $300,000 first place prize. Sounds great doesn't it? It is until you consider spending a week with 5 other strong willed egotistical anglers that stomp on eachothers feelings and pride.
As far as the fishing goes, I did okay, I pulled my weight for the most part. I left with the confidence I needed going into the State Championship which begins next week.
For now, I am spent phsyically, mentally and spiritually. It seems like I spent the whole week ignoring none-sense, consoling others that were stomped on, or fuming over NOT blowing up and cussing them all out.
But, where is the gospel? Why were my lips sealed? At least a few of these guys profess to be believers, I question that, but regardless I didn't do my part to show the gospel to them. At what point of sanctification does the Holy Spirit open you mouth and speak the truth to folks that are crying out for help? I fear that it will take a hot coal to the tongue to make me speak!
Lord help me be a shining light, and a loud voice to a dying world!