The Bright Pink Lure

Cody helped his older brother, Nate, pull and heave their boat to the water's edge. Then Nate looked over the items in the boat. "Fishing poles, net, and tackle box. I think we're ready." The boys jumped in the boat and in no time were trolling to the other side of the lake.

What color lure should I use? wondered Cody as he looked at the rows of colorful fishing lures in the tackle box. There's green, pink, blue, and yellow twisty tails. I'll try this bright pink one. I hope I'll catch a big trout.

Cody cast out his line in hopes of a bite. He settled back in his seat, enjoying the rocking of the boat.

"I have a fish!" he yelled a while later. He started reeling his line. The fish fought and struggled, but Cody soon had his first fish in the boat.

"Look at that big trout!" exclaimed Nate. "Pink must be the color to use."

Cody grinned and threw his line back in. A few minutes later his pole jerked again. "It's another one," he said excitedly, scooting to the edge of his seat. He reeled his line as fast as he could, but this time he heard a sickening snap.

"My line broke!" he wailed. "It was a big one, too. Maybe I can still get it."

Soon his line was back in the water with another pink twisty tale. Both boys sat quietly and waited.

"You know," said Nate, breaking the silence. "Fishing reminds me of our spiritual lives. We use bright colors hoping the fish will notice our lures and bite. The fish think it's a tasty worm, but it's really only a plastic lure with a hook. They don't know there's a hook until they bite, and then it's too late."

"Unless the line breaks," Cody said with a laugh.

Nate grinned. "That's how sin is. Satan makes sin look attractive by throwing bright colors in front of us. Once we bite, we find out how much of a mess it makes."

Cody nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good lesson." Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he said, "Now I just need to give you a lesson on how to catch fish!" Kristi Yutzy