He had to hunt some time for a coffepot small enough to carry, but he found a battered one without a top that had seen hard service.”
–Luke Short (Ride the Man Down)
Howdy there, Pard. I’ve got the coffee brewing–gonna brew it up strong, yuh know? Go ahead and sit yurself down first, sometimes life makes one feel like that battered up ol’ coffeepot. Beat up, grungy, dented, but yuh know what? Still able to brew a strong pot; still able to hold liquid; still able to satisfy. The ol’ apostle, Paul, speaks of bad vessels and vessels of honor. Well, at times, I’m hopin’ (and feelin’) that I’m an ol’ coffeepot ready to cheer a soul’s gizzard.
This ol’ demonic virus is wearin’ on folks. Whether it’s a freak of nature or from the labs of China, it had its beginnin’ in the pit. The devil wishes to use it to destroy, to maim, to divide, to confuse and he’s sittin’ ’round with glee. He’s tryin’ to bring disunity to the church and within the body of believers. He’s dancin’ for joy when he sees another one succumb to this destructive virus.
Is this thing tryin’ to get yuh down? Go to the Lord. Is it causin’ weariness to the body, mind, and soul? Go to Jesus. Is it causing yuh to be perplexed over it and yuh keepin’ askin’ “why, why, why”? Go to the Lord. Don’t understand? That’s all right, the Lord has the keys to the grave; He defeated death.
Drink it up, Pard. There’s some still in the pot. Go ahead, take the last drop, I can always brew up another pot. Don’t be a-frettin’ yurself so much ’cause that feller Fauci says there is now a “mu” variant of the virus. The chorus of an ol’ song comes to mind written by W. B. Stevens.
“Farther along we’ll know all about it,
Farther along we’ll understand why;
Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,
We’ll understand it all by and by.”
Do the best yuh can to be livin’ in the sunshine even if there is darkness and despair around. An’ if’n it gets too bad, tighten yur cinch and head to the cleft in the Rock of Ages.
Vaya con Dios.