You may have looked at this title and thought, "Yup she finally lost it." You are probably right. A 15 credit semester will do that to ya. But hey, you're here. Even if your only reason for opening this was your sheer love for fish sticks, God brought you here for a reason. So just give this thing a chance. Sit down, put on your fuzzy socks, and sip that coffee, and listen to how I compare God to, yes, a fish stick.
This whole story came from a story my pastor told a couple of weeks ago, and I found it just too good not to use and it's defiantly something that has happened in my life. Back when I was a little one my parents would feed me fish sticks. And ohhhhhhh how I hated them. Dip them in tartar sauce, dip them in ketchup, dip them in ranch dressing, no matter what the disgusting flavor of processed fish cannot be masked. I tried everything, I would hold my nose when I ate, chew and swallow really quickly so I could taste the least amount of fish possible, I even tried the hold your breath technique to no avail. Fish sticks were horrible no matter how you ate them. After fish sticks were phased out of our family menu real fish came into play. I absolutely refused to eat it. I told my parents that they had forced me to eat fish sticks for five years and I am boycotting any fish that comes my way. Needless to say for the next five years anytime fish was on the menu, ya girl made a PB&J. Finally, one day I went out to a seafood restaurant with some friends for a birthday. I was about to go for the chicken tenders when a friend convinced me to get salmon. For the next twenty minutes, I prepared for the worst. I told myself I would eat it no matter how bad it was. The waitress came by and plopped a big ole salmon right in my face. The smell brought vivid memories back to how much I hated fish sticks. I brought the slimy fish up to my mouth and I took one cautious bite, and then another, and another, until finally the whole fish was gone and my tummy was full. " Wait, you mean my whole life I missed out on that!" I screamed at my friends. I now eat seafood like crazy. Sushi, salmon, crab legs, you name it, I'll eat it, well besides fish sticks.
Ok I know, what does this have to do with God, I'm getting there. Hang on.
So here's the thing, many people get a bad first taste of God and never give Him a second chance. They were hurt by the church, hypocrites ruined their view, or they were degraded and never felt good enough. So they don't go back, like ever. They avoid it like the plague, or for me, fish sticks. Then they never get to see how glorious He is because of one or many bad experiences.
But all it takes is one good fish to make up for all of that fake stuff you have been eating for years.
Once you get a bite of the real stuff you can't go back. Once you find out who the real God is you'll go crazy. You will shout out " Wait you mean my whole life I've missed out on that!" Don't fall for that fake stuff it will always disappoint. That's the stuff that may look good on the outside but is fake on the inside. Don't fall for the people who tell you everything you want to hear and then go talk behind your back, don't fall for that junk. Go for the good stuff. It may not be easy to find. you might get messy and dirty but it sure will be worth it. God is not fake or processed He is 100% real. He is the best fish you have ever received. Give the real stuff a try. Some people never give God a chance. Don't be one of those people. Give it one more shot. Go see what you have been missing out on. Don't go your whole life without getting the real stuff.