Coffee Percs

A cool north breeze made him shiver a little, as he built a fire and made coffee.”
–Paul L. Thompson

Yeah, I know pard, burnin’ daylight.  But it was so dark and the cold came last night and I shivered all the way down to my toes, and that bed was so comfortable.  But the coffee’s goin’ now, strong, hot and black.  Sorry, I didn’t see you last week.  I was out on the trail on my ol’ steel mount.  But back now, ahhhh, tastes good.
Yuh know pard, sometimes I get a mite concerned over what it’s gonna be like, say ten years from now, should the Lord be tarryin’ that long.  Craziness and foolishness abound.  Most of those millennials don’t have a lick of sense and they are supposed to be the up-an’-comin’ job force.  Realize this too that they will be the lawmakers.  Aye, aye, aye…let that sink in.  It will be like Rehoboam listening to the counsel of the young men.  You think there’s craziness in the land now and the verge of anarchy; what will it be like then?
Take some time and read the prophets.  The Lord gets plenty angry with Israel and Judah.  Let me get another cup, and I’ll tell you one of the things I noticed.  Ahhh, gizzard feels better now.  He was angry over the perversion or lack of justice.  Oh, they had the magistrates, but they were corrupt.  Just look at the one verse in Micah about what the Lord requires, “He has showed you, O man, what is good; what does the LORD require of you, but to do justly, love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God.” (6:8)
Just take that last phrase, “walk humbly with thy God.”  Listen pard, there little or no humbleness when man challenges the very essence and character of God.  Morality, humpf, what is that?  God’s morality is flaunted.  I heard they were discussing which of the commandments were no longer valid, and the used of the name, Jesus, was censored.  
Well, take care of yourself and yourns, for the day is becoming wicked, and more like the days of Noah when man’s heart was continually evil.  Hmmm, maybe I’ll make another pot.  Say, and don’t you go a-mountin’ without checkin’ yur cinch.