Fishing for life

Few things in life move me the way that fishing does and not just any fishing, fly fishing. I first was exposed to fishing the way many men my age were, A River Runs Through It. I went to see the movie with my Uncle and my Father many many years ago in the theater and needless to say I was consumed with the art and beauty of fly fishing from that point on and though I many pick up a spinner from time to time it never has the same feel or rhythm that a fly rod has.
A flowing motion that starts with the wrist then transfers it's energy to the elbow next the arm and then then crescendo the upper body. Once the line has rested upon the surface it gently drifts, turns and flows down stream hoping to find its goal and German Brown nestled in the grasses, under the banks or inside the feeding lanes. There is a motion that is repeated countless times in an effort to find what you are searching for whether that is fish or an answer to a question that you are milling around in your mind. Simply throwing your line toward the water and expecting a strike every time is like flipping open a phonebook at random trying to find a phone number to your favorite restaurant, you might get luck, but most likely you will be going hungry that night.

My father loved the mountains so much and that is where I was taken to practice my love of the long rod. It was a place that he had said he could truly relax and slow down. Our spot is the Eastern Sierras around Bishop, CA. I have so many amazing memories of fishing, backpacking, hiking, camping and sitting around the campfire just the two of us. We fished the streams together so many times, at least once a summer if not much more. We watched the sun elevate over the snow capped mountains and followed the reseeding tide of night with groggy eyes and a hope of a good day at high altitude. Movements, hours, life went a little slower up there for us each day it seemed and that is the way we wanted it to be. Just the gentle breeze of the mountain air and a distant call of the meadow lark or the warning shouts of a Marmot filled the still and crisp air. Few times in my life I have been happier than those moments with my father, just him and I. The occasional tall green pine over our heads, the low hung sage bush and still peaceful lull that a creek makes will always remind me of my father. With each fish that I catch from now till the day I am called home to my heavenly Father, I will remember my dad. With each fly I present to a river, every time I unzip a tent and each footprint that I leave in the high country his legacy will always be on mind.
My Father taught me so much I do not know where to begin, he was my mentor, role model, boss, advisor, sounding board, and critic at times, but the type of father that pulled you in close with love each time. A whole lot to live up to for sure, but one thing is for certain I get to live these things out with my son Matt. This hope of sharing memories of backpacking and fishing with my son gives me hope to move forward with my family and life. Sharing with legacy that my father had passed on to me, so I could pass it on to Matt is nothing less of the grace of God. With humility and desire I look forward to taking Matt on our first trip together very soon. I miss you dad you were my best friend, but I am sorry Matt I believe has taken your place as I am sure I did with you.

Jealously, But the good kind.

A typical day for me starts off with a early alarm buzz at 4:30 am and I hazily roll out of bed, put on my workout cloths and I am off to the gym. No food, yet, no shower and not coffee, yet. I hop in Beth's Pilot, most of the time, flip on the seat heater, because that early in the morning the last thing I want to be is ice cold on my way to the gym. At the gym I am met by the same young college student, ditch my bag in my locker and I am off. One hour later I am done, showers, and with a banana in hand I head back home. 6:15 I am at home, start breakfast (thought at times I do head to LA) Matt comes down stairs and peeks around the corner, under the little coffee/banana holding basket that is on the counter. Smiles all around from him, normally a hug and the reliable "Want some'ten to eat!" grin that normally spills forth from his lips. I assure him that food is indeed on its way if he is patient and to tie him over a helping of milk will normally do the trick.



About 7am, Beth and Becca stroll down stairs with Becca's normal "B", or to those who do not understand Beccaneese, Banana. Matt is now starting his anarchist (or anti-christ?)destruction of downstairs, because a clean home is not fair to all and chaos is king in his mind. With a simple "Breakfast is readay a joyful "Yeah!" resounds throughout our home and South Oxnard. Today it was stuffed french toast. If you do not know what that is my recent recipe has been boysenberry and skim ricotta (much lighter and better texture that cream cheese and its re-c"o"at-a cheese). Smiles all around or rather stuff checked kids, with palms up asking for "MO". Apparently you can not make and "R" sound when you have a whole piece of French toast in your mouth. Usually this is about the time I make start my calls for work, Assistant, Boss (dad), Big boss (uncle) and co-worker (cousin). Though my cousin is usually not in the office till after 8:30 or 9am, but I like giving him a hard time that he is lazy and needs to start work earlier.
I look at my Blackberry, 5 to 10 emails, four of which are junk and the rest are homeowners whose lives are falling apart because their faucet is dripping or light bulb has gone out. Fire up the computer, sip coffee, tell Matt not to make train sounds while I am on the phone (with cut backs last year I had to move my office into already cramped home), and start my endless day of phone calls and problem resolution. Truly I am not a Superintendent, I am a high profile babysitter and ringmaster to the most morbid circus on earth. Tony and the one eyed monkey troop coming to a dirt lot near you.
For the remainder of the day, I am calling and calling and calling, then I go to a meeting either in Oxnard or LA, then I am calling and calling and calling.........and calling. I have an unlimited cell plan, I need it. I build homes, some large, some small, some complicated, some simple. I look at plans all day and think up ways to same my company money and time, but mostly money. I am in charge of multi-million dollar projects and I most of the time love what I do.

Why tell you all about this? All to say, I have a pretty unsatisfying career and I am envious of my wife. I normally spend my entire day having adult conversations about building large custom and trac homes, reviewing performance ratings of contractors, discussing the economy with really smart people and I am jealous that I can not talk to a pair of snot nose screaming memes all day. The best parts of my day are the mornings and the evenings, when I am home with my family. To shape the minds of young ones, and to direct their world views is infinitely more important and satisfying that building things out of wood, cement and paint. On any given day to be able to help direct them to righteousness is by far more honorable and important than what I accomplish in a lifetime. Proverbs 31 is the mantra for my wife and I must say she is doing a unbelievable job at it. I know though that I do get up before the sunrises and make breakfast, but hey, I like to cook a lot and I know she would if I did not insist on cooking most of the time. So other than that, she has it down and I guess she is submitting to my authority when I tell her I want to cook.



I am a blessed man for sure because I have a wife that I followed the calling of the Lord to give herself to the shaping of spiritual future and the physical well being of two kids that mean more to us that anything else on earth. Sacrifice and Love for flows from by home and that is why I keep coming back for more.

Where are we going and how are we getting there?

It is can be funny when you walk down memory lane, old photos, lost notes tucked into books and even old college papers that were outlining your current beliefs that you held tightly too. And you realize, "did I really have hair that long?", man I used "stoked" to much (still do), and did I really quote Puffy Daddy in my English class. It is in the past now and though I was would like to take back some of the things I did at times and what I wrote on occasion, but really it has made me who I am today.

Where did it all go? The hair, the lifestyle, the loneliness of not having someone to share you life with, oh ya I got married, a hair cut and sold my VW bus. So great where are we going now? Well it is hard to say exactly were we are going, but I can say that I do now that the Catalde family is being 'overhauled', by the grace of God daily. After meeting with a few friends recently we realized that we have been stalled for a while, a holding pattern of such. But we are free from that now, or at least we now are trying to move forward. Back to our first passions, Christ and sharing Him.

I wrote a paper in my senior year of college called Missionaries to the Ends of the Earth and it discussed perceived image of missionaries on the BBC. It depicted missionaries as a culture crushing mob that needs to be removed from the earth. Though there have been those who have gone out in vain to reach those who the believed were not a blessed as their race, there have been more that have gone with a humble heart and a passion for the lost. Soap and clothing do not cleanse and cover sin, only the blood of Christ does. I read it again tonight and I brought me back to college where I shaped my view of missions and who I am in Christ, a lost and depraved sinner that has only been redeemed by the Father of Creation. And it is my and now my families goal to spread his love to all those on earth.

Though we would love to enter the mission field tomorrow, we have not been given the open path from God to travel down that road. So the next best thing is to encourage and guide those who are around us to possible go and share the gospel in the place of us. If someday the Lord calls the Catalde family to live overseas to share the gospel we will gladly go, until that day we will encourage and when we can we will visit short term.

What does this all mean? Beth, Matt, Becca and I are praying through and beginning to explore different option in:
1.Encouraging Established Missionaries.
2.Develop Those who are preparing to go to the harvest.
3.Cultivate the passion of missions in the local church.
4.Ourselves travel to help where we can in other mission fields.

By no means are we set on the above agenda, but we are willing to explore where our family goes from here and by what means we pursue the adventure. So please pray for us and we will keep all informed of where we are going.

Tony