That sounds strange. Yes, and it is strange at first.
One evening Dad told we were going for fishing in a river not so far from our village. He told me to help while gathering tools for our fishing trip.
“Are we ready now?” Dad asked smiling.
Can you please take your Bible along with you?
“Yes Daddy, but why?” I murmured.
“We might need it if we have a big catch,” he said hurriedly.
We trod down the narrow path in the dark for a while; we reached our target fishing spot in the river bay. Daddy set up our fishing net and lay the bait.
Now we have to wait for a while.
“Where is your Bible? Read a portion of it.” He gave me the verses and added, “When I come back we will discuss what it wants to say and how far did you get.”
I lighted up the lantern and started reading. At that time, I just started reading books eagerly.
“We have a big catch,” Daddy says when he come back. “I laid some more bait,” he added.
Now that we are very happy counting our catch, we discussed my reading with great enthusiasm. That night still linger in my ear. What a lovely and creative Dad I had!
Miss you Dad. See you in Heaven!
The Beatitudes*, part of the Sermon on the Mount was what we read that night.
*Matthew 5:3-11 (The Holy Bible)