“Ewww!” Chase squealed, his gaze directed at our 150-gallon backyard pond.
Inside the murky water swam Snickers, our soup-bowl sized turtle, and four large goldfish, the only remaining feeder fish we’d purchased a couple of years ago for turtle snacks. Trev stood on the side of the pond, slowly pulling the clogged filter and pump out of the mucky emerald depths.
It was a sunny winter weekend and high time to clean out our turtle pond, restoring it to clear, clean water. Chase and Cole had helped Trevor set up the wheel barrow with treated water, which provided an aquatic refuge for Snickers and the fish while my hubby sucked up the pond gunk with our shop vacuum.
“Don’t forget the minnows!” Chase worriedly reminded us as Trev began draining the pond water. He and the boys had caught the minnows from a neighborhood pond a few weeks ago, and Chase was concerned for their well-being. Snickers was an easy catch; the goldfish were wigglier and slippery, and we all gasped when Trev lifted their heavy bodies out of the pond.
Our little goldfish had grown to epic proportions!
Once Trev had the goldfish in their temporary wheel barrow home, he used the small green net to go after the multitude of mud-colored, inch-long fish from the disappearing water. Minnows. Chase watched, worrying the grass at the pond’s edge and cheering his dad on.
After two dozen minnows were transferred from the remaining inches of water, Trevor decided to vacuum the rest of the water up. Once the pond was emptied, Trev found a cleared-off, grassy spot in our yard and slowly dumped the water out. A handful of wiggly, tiny fish slipped into the grass. We went to work scooping minnows with the green net.
As the mucky water slowly soaked into the earth, the shiny minnows dipped and dove away from the life-saving net. Chase and I searched diligently, knowing the puddle of water in our backyard would disappear soon. Once we’d moved a few minnows over, Chase wandered off into the yard, his interest caught by something else.
But I couldn’t stop looking, because each time I found another minnow, I wasn’t sure it was the last one. Just in case, I’d run the net through the grass, looking for any sign of fish life. Sure enough, I’d find another fidgety fish struggling to hide from the green net in less and less water.
“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18
As we approach Easter, when Jesus took our sin on Himself and willingly went to the Cross for our sake, I wonder about those wiggling away from their Creator. Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. He’s the safety net God provided for His creation, a lifeline and redeemer Who won’t fail when someone is willing to be found by Him.
“And this is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ who You have sent.” John 17:3