You always fix too much coffee. It gives these boys an excuse to dawdle instead of getting’ out to work.”
–Elmer Kelton (Texas Standoff)
Come in this hyar kitchen, Pard. Been waitin’ for yuh to stop by and guzzle some coffee. Good brew, called Drovers, from Ruby Cattle Company. Ha, Pard, went up there to price their beef, and came back with a pound of coffee. Only thing this poor ol’ fence post could afford. Hope yur gettin’ along well. I saw something where Festus said that it’s hot enough to be fryin’ horseshoes here in Texas. Whoopee, ain’t that the truth.
Go ‘head, take a deep swaller. It’ll make yur gizzard light up in a smile. I read somethin’ the other day, that began to float through and around in my grey matter. Some bronc buster said, “If it doesn’t require change, then it’s not the life God called us to live.” I’d go ahead an’ say a loud “Amen!” to that. Now, ‘course we have to qualify “change.” I know for a fact that the change in my pockets comes and goes quite rapidly. I throw my quarters in my coffee bank, but the change goes. That cowpoke didn’t mean that type of change.
Good coffee, ain’t it? Not too strong fer yur sensitive stomach is it? Or too hot for yur tender lips? Don’t go makin’ me forget what I was a-sayin’. Change doesn’t mean what the progressive woke crowd says it is. No matter what, truth ain’t relative. The Lord demands change. I never once read where He healed someone and told them to stay the way they was. No, we’re new creatures, and are bound to change. Change for the better. They used to call it “sanctification” but that has become one of those politically incorrect words. An’ let me tell yuh Pard, that their sanctification is like coffee. Sometimes it’s bitter to take, while other times it slides down the gullet smooth as silk. We are in the process of changin’ constantly. Some in spurts, like when yuh fall on yur head when yuh forget to check yur cinch, and some in long endurin’ trials and troubles. But change we must.
Let me pass on some words by Lois Chaney. I tell yuh that gal tells how the cow eats the cabbage. I’m sure she can make up a hassle of biscuits as well, but she says, “Be with my mouth in what it speaks. Be with my hands in what they do. Be with my mind in what it thinks. Be with my heart in what it feels. Work in me, through me, for me, in spite of me.” Whooeee, that’s as good as hot coffee! Change must come Pard. Be a seein’ what the Lord is doin’ in yuh. Take a glance at yur back trail once in a while and see how far yuh’ve come.
Vaya con Dios