Daylight slipped in front of the stars, their fading light giving way to the early dawn. He was up, fixing a pot of coffee.”
–Donald L. Robertson (The Savage Valley)
Don’t do it much anymore, but still try to watch the sun rise. Back in the day of my teaching I would get up at 4:30, but now it’s an hour later and sometimes on the weekends I’ll spend a little longer under the covers. With one of them fancy coffeepots and I can have it set and ready to go in the mornin’ unless I take a notion to perk some on the stove. Yep, memories of days gone by.
But I’m up, ready to have yuh come to my door for coffee. It’s hot, strong and ready for yuh. Come on in, Pard. Trust yuh had yurself a good week. Ahhh, how ’bout that brew this mornin’? Say, Pard, I read something this past week, I’m not quite sure about. Some bureaucrats said that Biden should pardon, and they used the words, “preemptive pardon” those that President Trump was goin’ to bring to justice. Doesn’t that mean they’ve already committed a crime, or are in the process, or will do so in the next eight weeks? ‘Course them liberal bureaucrats have some new angle goin’ all the time.
Pard, Christmas time’s a-comin’. Ha, ha, do yuh need one of them pardons for the past year? Are yuh sittin’ on Santy Claus’ naughty list? Sure hopin’ not, but if’n yuh are remember that we do have a preemptive pardon. Yep, all was taken care of once and for all at the Cross. I like that verse in 1 John, it brings me comfort ’cause I’m not like you yet–I haven’t made the perfect stage in life. I need to lean, sometimes more than others on the words of that ol’ fisherman, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1:9, NIV)
Ahhh, that swaller tasted mighty good. Yuh know, Pard, that is a present that comes wrapped in the blood of Jesus Christ. Never doubt it, for it is one that will last throughout this life an’ on into eternity. It’s one of those promises that keeps on givin’. ‘Course we should be doin’ our best to be livin’ the life of righteousness, but once in a while we fall in the mud, or slop around in it if not actually fallin’. Why Pard, it’s like you not checkin’ yur cinch and fallin’ on yur noggin’.
So, a good time to be prayin’ and thankin’ the Lord for His marvelous gift of His Son and the salvation that He brought it while yur saddlin’ up and checkin’ that cinch.
Vaya con Dios.