Man to Man Devotionals
Weekly devotionals with inspirations from the field.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
John 4:14: “ …whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.”
Funny the impact a completely random event can have…like the time I was on safari in a hot, dry, uninhabited region of Tanzania and our party came upon a native pushing a dugout canoe riding atop his dilapidated bike. He was returning from a trek to gather a store of dried fish for his family. When we found him, he was lost, disoriented and literally dying of thirst. He begged for water. We had a good but limited supply of water with us. The man was a perfect stranger. So what did we do? We gave him water of course!
Sunday, October 22, 2017
In Good Hands
Colossians 1:17: “He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”
Daylight was still an hour away. The air was cold and clear and the stars were shining brightly. They’re going to come to horns this morning, I thought. I checked the wind direction and then moved slowly down the edge of the clearing to better my downwind visibility. Suddenly, an unusually bright shooting star streaked across the predawn sky. Wow, that’s was a big chunk of space rock. My mind jumped to dinosaurs…yes, dinosaurs. Being a dinosaur nut, I couldn’t help but think of the miles wide asteroid scientists say struck earth some 65 million years ago, wiping out the great beasts. In the chill morning I thought, what’s to keep that from happening again?
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Live and Love Every Minute
James 4:14 – “Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.”
As a TV show host, I am privileged to hunt a lot, often from September to February. While season is underway, it seems to go on and on, almost without end. Then suddenly, it’s over, leaving me amazed how brief the season seems looking back. As I get older, I am increasingly seeing life the same way – incredibly brief!
Monday, September 25, 2017
THE ONE AND ONLY!
Ecclesiastes 3:11: He (God) has also set eternity in their (man’s) heart…
The bull elephant was 12 yards away in 10-foot-tall grass, only the dome of his head visible. Zane, my PH, turned and whispered, “If he smells us, he’s going to charge and try to kill us all!” I tighten the grip on my .416 Rem. Mag. as Zane’s leaned over for a better look down the trail left by the bull, placing the butt of his .500 N.E. double rifle on the ground. I turned back to the elephant and saw his trunk high above the grass searching the wafting breeze. Suddenly, he froze, dropped his trunk, let out a blood-chilling roar…and charged! I remember thinking: Zane is out of play and I have to wait until I can see his eyes to know where to shoot. At 6 steps, his eyes became vaguely visible through the grass. I centered the sights between the orbs and asked God to guide the bullet. He did! The massive bull crashed to the ground just feet in front of me.
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Brand-marks of Jesus
Galatians 6: 17: “…I bear on my body the brand-marks of Jesus.”
After midnight and we were still tracking the wounded buck. A friend had shot the big 10-pointer seven hours earlier. We thought he’d be down close. He wasn’t and we pressed on, even though the hunter had come off without his rifle. Though I knew my ranch well, in only the pale halo of the small flashlight I had long ago lost my sense of direction. I only knew that George, Felipe and I, trailed by the hunter, were on a scant blood trail taking us through some of the thickest, thorniest brush in South Texas. Now, we had lost the trail…again. We split up…again. After crawling through tangles of clawing brush, I finally reached a tiny opening. I stood to give my sore knees relief…and found myself face-to-face with the wounded buck. He immediately lowered his head to hook me. I grabbed his antlers and the fight was on. I managed to wrestle him to the ground and hold on for dear life. George and Felipe soon joined in, and with Felipe’s penknife, we finally ended the chase and began a 2-hour ordeal to get him out.
Tuesday, September 05, 2017
Peace Transcends All Understanding
Philippians 4:7 – … and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Have you ever tried to describe hunting to a non-hunter? If you are an avid outdoorsperson, you’ve probably tried to convey that the experience of the hunt goes far beyond the shot and the trophy. I know my favorite part of the hunt is getting into the perfect blind, letting my mind quiet and waiting until all my senses are filled with what’s around me.
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Man to Man Devotionals
Monday, August 28, 2017
1 Corinthians 9:23: I do all things for the sake of the gospel, so that I may become a fellow partaker of it. 26Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air…
When hunting big whitetails, I always sight in my rifle so I can hit what I aim at and I always have a plan. I don’t just walk into the woods and hope a big buck will stroll by me. I take all sorts of factors into account before I ever step foot in the woods – hunting history, time of year, rut phase, weather, food sources, size of property, habitat, hunting pressure, possible tactics, target buck size, property rules, regulations, freedom to scout, competition, etc. I size up the situation and make a plan. Yes, it may change with time and information, but I always go with purpose, ready to take “aim” and hit the target when the time comes.
Sunday, August 06, 2017
RESCUED FROM THE DARKNESS
Colossians 1:13-14: “For He rescued us from the domain of darkness, and transferred us to the kingdom of His beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.”
I was lost…alone in near darkness …in uncharted Africa! The river I was following had turned south…again, leaving me with a decision. I knew the hunting party I had left to get unstuck from deep sand two hours earlier was somewhere north. With the sun dropping fast, my professional hunter had asked me go ahead to look for a shallow river crossing before dark, noting we couldn’t get past a low mountain range that sloped down to the river a mile or so away. He said he’d pick me up somewhere along the river when they got unstuck. Neither of us knew the serpentine river took a wide swing southward between us and mountain and the riverine vegetation got steadily deeper and thicker. Now with darkness falling and me getting ever farther from my party, I faced a decision – try to backtrack to where I had come from or go in the opposite direction toward the mountain range in hopes of finding them.