Fishers of Men

Wow. A man drowned two days ago where I live. Because of my job, I've been sort of learning a little about him. We've found his boat, his life jacket. Maybe his hat. He's probably down at the bottom of the lake, waiting for us to come get him.

Oh, sure. He's really "gone." I believe that. Just his "shell" remains. But his family expects us to help them close this up neatly. That means they want his shell. I can't say that I blame them.

He was just a regular guy who lived about 40 miles away from the lake he drowned in. He loved this place. He bought his gas, his chips, his soda pop locally. He was a quiet guy who liked to just get away from it all on the water.

I don't know how soon he saw his end coming up on him. When he went over, did he struggle for a few seconds? A few minutes? Longer?

When the divers go down tomorrow, I hope they find him.