“Now I know there is a God,” exclaimed eight-year-old Christopher as Paul helped him net his first big Northern Pike.
Our family, camped in Minnesota’s Boundary Waters, depended upon “catch” for our evening meals and the two fishermen had been out on the water for hours. There hadn’t been many nibbles on their lines and Paul was so hoping that Chris would catch something. He didn’t know that his little boy had sought help from the man upstairs – but now knew he had a believer.
