They drank their coffee, the wind down the arroyo grew chill. He added wood to the fire, going out into the darkness for branches or roots of dried mesquite and creosote.” –Louis L’Amour (Kid Rodelo)
“Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind…ohhhh,…” Mornin’ to yuh Pard. Man, I haven’t seen yuh since last year. Hmmm, added a few pounds to yur girth did yuh? Well, let me tell yuh I have diet coffee jist waitin’ for yuh. Yep, no sugar, no honey, nothin’ sweet ‘ceptin’ my smile. Jist the hot, strong, black brew of coffee. Ha, fact is, I’ve never heard of “diet coffee” but who knows.
I’ve been sittin’ here, philosophyzin’ while waitin’ for yuh to show up. With the new year upon us, I wonder which way the wind will blow. Most likely there’ll be some hard blasts that’ll show up this year, but mostly it’ll be a breeze rustlin’ through the tops of the trees. Go ahead, drink that brew whilst I talk. Yuh know that there’s plenty of folk out there jist wanderin’ like that restless wind. They have no clue as to purpose or eternity. They go where the wind blows them, whim by whim. They listen to the lies of the media, graspin’ for hope that is eludin’.
‘Cuse me a minute while I take a swaller or two. Ahh, got to wet the tonsils and make the innards smile. Now, back to what I was a-sayin’, there is another wind. A mysterious wind. We don’t know where it comes from ‘cept from the portals of glory. This winds moves throughout the earth, blowin’ this way and that, touchin’ whomever. We don’t know where that wind is goin’ either, ‘cept back to the place from when it came–heaven. Pard, we need to move along with that “wind” for it is the Holy Spirit leadin’ us.
Now, I’m no scholar, so let me give it to yuh straight from that long ago wanderer, “The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is goin’. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8, NIV). Pard, let the wind blow yuh where He pleases this year. Don’t yuh be tryin’ to ride against the wind, for that’s futile.
Yep, Pard, let that wind, blow the aroma of fresh coffee to yur nostrils, take a drink, but don’t linger if the wind is tryin’ to move yuh along. Right now, let’s finish this pot, so’s we can get goin’ with the obligations of the day. Pard, with those added pounds to yur girth, be sure and check that cinch for if’n yuh fall the landin’ will be a sight harder.
Vaya con Dios.