Originally published in the News-Graphic in 2002.
He was called doubting Thomas because he had to have proof. When told by his fellow disciples that they had seen Jesus, he replied that until he had placed his hand in the nail-pierced hand of Jesus, he would not believe. Thus even today, those who doubt are often referred to as “doubting Thomases.”
How much proof, however do we need to realize there is a divine power greater than us and one that controls the universe? If you are a doubting Thomas, perhaps you need to take a fishing trip with me someday along the Elkhorn. It is there where I am made aware of the greatness of God.
There is a spot just below the Robinson Dam that I fish each spring. Where the water is high and turbulent and nearly out of its banks, there is a small quiet eddy where the fish always find their way to safety until the water subsides to its normal pool. It is only a small area of a couple of hundred feet, but somehow they always seem to find it.
It has been this way for more than the 50 years I have fished this very spot. When the water fished this very spot. When the water subsides they are gone, only to return at the next high water. I wonder how they know exactly where this small safe area is?
For the many years I have fished the cathole, there has always been a nest of wood ducks that made their spring home in an old hollow tree. There they raise their young and then leave for the winter. but just as surely as they leave, the next spring they return.
They surely must have a good navigation system. Their system is a lot better than mine, because I often get lost just coming home from a Reds ballgame.
And what about those killdeer birds? If you happen to come upon the mother bird, she will drop her wing as though it is broken. If you try to catch her, she will run along the ground for several hundred yards and then fly gracefully away.
This is her way of luring any predator away from her nest of young ones. I wonder how she thought of this.
There is a story of a young lad returning home from Sunday school and dawdling along the way.
He scuffed his shoe into the grass, and there he found a caterpillar. He then picked up a fluffy milkweed pod blew out all the “filler.” A bird’s nest in a tree overhead, so wisely placed on high, was just another wonder that caught his eye.
A neighbor watched his zig and zag course and hailed him from the lawn and asked where he had been that day and what was going on.
“I’ve been to Bible school,” he said and turned a piece of sod. He picked up a wiggly worm replying, “I’ve learned a lot about God.”
“That’s a very fine way,” the neighbor said, “for a boy to spend his time. and you’ll tell me where God is, I’ll give you a new dime.”
Quick as a flash the answer came nor were his accents faint. “I’ll give you a dollar, mister if you can tell me where God ain’t.”
There are a lot of doubting Thomases in the world, but few are found among the innocence of a young lad or a fisherman who had spent a lifetime along the banks of a beautiful stream. Yeah, I’ll give you a dollar if you can tell me where God ain’t.
George Lusby is the former Scott County judge-executive. “The Best of Crawfish and Minnows,” is available at the News-Graphic office.