“Cup in hand; I walked out on the open air courtyard to do some pondering.” –Lou Bradshaw
Mornin’ to you there, pard. Yep I know, burnin’ a little daylight. Shore become a bit lazy over the summer. It might be hard to get back in the saddle come another week. But, first sit yurself down and I’ll get the coffee. I’ve already had a cup, should’ve waited, but the aroma was gettin’ to me. Y’all settled? Now let’s do a bit of ponderin’.
I didn’t bother watchin’ any of that hoopla last week but did notice a couple of things that raised a few questions in my poor ol’ brain. Did you see the high fence they had around the DNC? Here I thought they were against puttin’ up fences. Then they showed a sign that photo identification was required and that stumped me to as they have been fightin’ against havin’ that required to vote. And on top of it all they ran the air conditioner. Don’t they heed the advice of their brilliant Secretary of State knowin’ that the AC is more dangerous than terrorists? You can see why in my condition my gray matter is all astir. I ponder all this and some more of the crazy things and I just have to have some coffee to keep the gizzard from gettin’ too riled.
My, pard, you guzzled that cup down this mornin’. I’ll pour another and then I’ll continue, ifn ya can stomach it. The ponderin’ that is, not the coffee. Now I know I’m dumber than an ol’ fence post, but how is it the fault of the Russians that they committed voter fraud and all that other stuff that was hacked? Oh yeah, if the Russians hadn’t hacked them, no one would know. But the crime is that they were hacked–aye, aye, aye.
Let’s finish this pot and think about more pleasant things. Got the wife home, that’s good. Drinkin’ coffee with my pards, that’s good. Hintin’ for a pie, that’s good. Trustin’ that the Lord is takin’ care of me and mine, that’s good. See, despite them ol’ democrats or what I hear them now bein’ called, the American Socialist Party, things are good. Yep, that’s what we need to do, ponder the good, but be ready for the bad.
Goodness, we put that pot away quick. Well, you have a good day now. Don’t take any wooden nickels, and I’ll look to see you again. One more thing, don’t forget to check that cinch before you head out.
“Worryin’ about it ain’t gonna change nothin’ or stop nothin’ or fix nothin’.” –David R. Lewis (Deer Run Trail)
“And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?” –Matthew 6:27 (NASB)
Some of you might remember the Kingston Trio. They had a song about a “worried man.” There were words that went this way, “It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.” Jesus said that worrying does not help us. In fact, worrying is an affront to Him, are we not to trust Him for everything?
However, let me point out that concern and worry are not the same thing. Anyone with any sense watching the convention going on now should be very concerned for this country. On the other hand governments rest in the sovereign will of God. That is not to say we should sit back and say what will be, will be. That is fatalism, not faith.
“The world is on fire!” are the words of the Milwaukee Sheriff. If people do not see that as a reality then they are truly blind. Paul tells us that things will continually worsen. “But evil men and impostors will proceed from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.” (2 Timothy 3:13, NASB)
Look at what is happening and yet there are those who take a nonchalant glance; almost a ho-hum attitude toward the affairs of the world unless it fits in with their agendas. And what was it that was said by our elite, top-notch foreign affairs expert, “AC and refrigeration are more dangerous that terrorists.” Didn’t fit his agenda, push it aside.
Preachers and others in the church do the same thing. Preach harmony, prosperity, and forget to bring in the idea that God is also wrathful and does get angry. I don’t think things are going to get much better, maybe a calmness or a relaxation for a short period, but evil is more and more rampant and it will get worse. John writes, “For this reason, rejoice, O heavens and you who dwell in them. Woe to the earth and the sea, because the devil has come down to you, having great wrath, knowing that he has only a short time.” (Revelation 12:12, NASB) Right now he moves throughout the air, but one day he will be cast completely to earth and on that day chaos and havoc will break out the likes of the world has never seen.
I’ve been reading recently Proverbs 14 for my morning devotions. Let me throw a couple of verses at you, and you need to ponder them in light of the situation in our country and the world.
vs 5, “…a false witness pours out lies.”
vs 7, “Stay away from a foolish man….”
vs 8, “The wisdom of the prudent is to give thought to their way, but the folly of fools is deception.”
vs 9, “Fools mock at making amends for sin, but goodwill is found among the upright.”
Perhaps the only thing worse than a fool is someone who fellowships with them and listens to their words.
“The blue-jay doesn’t scream without reason.”
“Cobwebs across a hole mean nothing inside.”
“On a long-established New Mexico dry cleaners: ’38 years on the same spot.'”
When I said he was “much uglier than me,” the man looked down; that gave me just enough time to thrust the Greener up under his chin. I sorta pushed and he went to his toes.
“I guess we sorta got ourselves a dilemma here. It’s what some call a ‘Mexican standoff’; unless we agree someone is bound to lose. You can pull that trigger, and it’ll get me sure ‘nough, but I’ll still be able to pull mine as well and then the top of yur head’ll come off and you’ll sure not collect on that bounty.”
I gave a little nudge upward. Now I’m sure he was a bit uncomfortable. It was bad enough to have a shotgun pointed at you, but it just had to be worse if it was up under your chin. “Why don’t you unholster that gun of yours and I’ll drop the shotgun. Plus it doesn’t pay to go shooting United States Marshals.”
“Marshal!” he exclaimed. “I thought you were an outlaw. Honest I would never have pulled on you if’n I thought you were a marshal.”
While he was jabbering his apologies and took him over to the hitching rail and tied him to it. I grabbed a kid walking by and gave him a nickel to go and fetch the town marshal.
“Dangerous thing, being a bounty hunter,” I paused. “Especially if you don’t understand who put out the poster. How old are you anyhow?”
“Past twenty!” he said a little indignantly. “Why did you go and tie me up?”
“You broke the law. Hmmm, how many years for the attempted murder of a U.S. Marshal? I guess at least thirty in the penitentiary. Why, you’ll be an old man when you get out.”
His eyes widened. “Honest Marshal, I didn’t know.”
“Those are famous and often-used last words. Plenty of folk will try and use them at the Last Judgment. Good lesson to learn, if you live long enough, ignorance can be dangerous.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I was having a little fun with the kid. Maybe too much fun. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Jean Tandy,” he replied.
“I didn’t quite catch that, did you said John?”
“No. Jean, J-e-a-n.”
“That spells Jean, that’s a girl’s name!”
“No, it’s Jean! My mother was French!” he said exasperated.
“Well, what Frenchman would give her kid a girl’s name? What does Jean mean?”
“It means John in English,” he replied.
“My mercy, then why didn’t she just name you John rather than Jean? I can see why you call yourself Tandy.”
The marshal was coming up the street. At first glance he seemed to be a competent person. At last he was ragtag and filthy. “Marshal, you know anything ’bout this fellow? He tried to collect a bounty on me.” I showed him the poster.
“Never seen him before. Lots of folk movin’ in and out of town right now. Want I should take him down and lock him up?”
I looked at the kid. He was truly scared. “Mister Marshal,” he was almost bawling. “I’ll do anything to help ya, just don’t lock me up in no prison.”
“Nah, I think I’ll have a little talk with him. If I don’t like what I hear I’ll bring him on down to the jail.” The marshal nodded and walked off.
“Hungry Tandy?” I asked. “I’ve found it always a little easier to talk over a good meal, coffee, and maybe a good piece of pie. Any place ’round here where we can find some?”
“I haven’t been here long…but Marshal, I don’t have any money to eat in a restaurant.”
“This is a business meetin’, therefore the meal is paid by the business.” I untied him. “Let’s go, I have a few things to discuss with you.”
We walked in and found us a table. The waitress was on the job and quickly brought us some coffee. I ordered the elk stew and biscuits and told Tandy to get what he wanted. He ordered a slab of beefsteak. I guess a growing boy needs food.
“Want a job?” I asked and he looked up. “I’m tired of folk like you comin’ up to me to collect that bounty. Some of them have tried to backshoot me. Now, I can take care of most problems in front of me, but those I can’t see a-comin’ tend to fret me some. I need someone to be around and watch that my back don’t become an easy target.”
I waited for an answer…
“I planned to shake up some fresh coffee. I dumped the pot and rinsed it, and put in fresh water from the spring. Then I stirred up the fire.”
It’s been a few days pard, so sit yurself down and I’ll bring the pot. Yep, fresh, strong, hot and black…ahhhh, tastes good. One thing I was grateful for on the trail last week was that I didn’t have any of that namby-pamby coffee. Sure some of it was better than others, but at least those folk in Arizona knew how to make coffee. ‘Course not as good as the pot on the ol’ homefire.
It was a good trip, saw lots of country I’ve never seen before. We traipsed a bit in the land where Cochise lived. It moves from desert to grassland to chaparral to mountain. You want a different type of terrain, you just move around. The only thing they had in common was that it was dry. I did find a small tank of water hiking in the Chiricahua Mountains.
Lots of craziness and downright idiocy taking place out there in the world. It just goes to show you the depravity of man and the evil that lurks. Good to know that we can walk in it because the Lord is right beside us. He is in charge, but that don’t mean we shouldn’t be alert to our surroundin’s.
Time to finish up the pot and get on with the day’s doin’s. Have to take this modern “convenience”–the computer to the doc. It’s frozen, but I was fortunate to find a way to get here to converse with my pards. Not everyone can get ’round the table for a cup. In fact, the eldest daughter is probably goin’ on about it now.
Good to be back pard! You go an’ have a great day.
Hey, don’t you dare mount up without checkin’ that cinch.