He pulled a rag from his coat pocket and used it to lift the coffee pot from the fire. He poured the hot brew into two tin cups, put the pot back in place, and then handed a cup to her.”
–James Leonard (The Good Guy)
Pard, there’s strange things happenin’ in the land. And let me tell yuh something else, there’s a bunch of fools and I’m rightly thinkin’ some of them are demon possessed. Oh, sorry, let me be fillin’ yur cup. Don’t mean to be givin’ yuh the grief of my thoughts before yur coffee’d up. How’d we get to the place where we’d pull such folk in office and then to see some folk there that don’t care a hoot about this country, an’ one of them’s runnin’ for mayor of New York City. Oh, Lord, help us through the jungles!
At least the coffee’s good, but don’t yuh see the connection. There’s a bunch of them tryin’ to replace honest coffee with cinos–compromise on the taste, or give it a twang of something sweet. Did yuh happen to see this? I had to shake my head a couple of times. One of the leaders of our country, in fact he ran for president said, “We’ve got to cut down on farming due to climate change or people are going to starve.” Huh? Stop farmin’ so people don’t starve. Listen we’re a-headin’ for the pills of the Jetsons faster than we think. In fact, with the help of AI soon we’ll be eatin’ something that tastes like beef steak only when yuh bite into the pill. As one ol’ boy put it, the west wasn’t won by eatin’ tofu an’ a salad.
Pard, when folks throw God to the wayside or forget Him altogether there is a price to pay, and we’re seein’ it now. But Pard, just like yur drinkin’ good ol’ hot black coffee there’s hope. God will bring a remnant through, and oftentimes He’ll use them to bring a revival. But if not, the price will be terrible. I saw a photo of an ol’ rancher that said, “We are livin’ in a day where people are proud of what they should be ashamed of.” Gay pride, transgender or multiple genders and I’ve seen that yuh can even be changin’ gender back an’ forth as it suits yuh. Warped, demonic, and yuh don’t hear many preachers takin’ a stand. An’ let me tell yuh that’s one of the problems–the pulpit has let this country down. Don’t be gettin’ me wrong, not all of them, some fine preachers are doin’ their job, they’re bein’ watchmen, but there’s a whole bunch that ain’t.
Then when people runnin’ for public office say that others should be shot. Why, that a threat! Others won’t keep the people of their cities safe because of a political agenda. Jeremiah, where are you? Amos, where is your cry? An’ let me throw something at yuh, one reason there isn’t a voice of a true prophet like in the Old Testament is that we have the Bible. Preach and live the Bible and many problems will be solved.
Whew, I’ve done did my spoutin’ for this mornin’. But I see we still made it through a pot. Pard, be warnin’ yur kids an’ grandkids, don’t let up no matter what, even if’n they get to whinin’. It’s jist like me a-tellin’ yuh to check yur cinch everytime I see yuh. It only takes one slip to put another lump on yur noggin’. Be ridin’ tall in the saddle, keep yur gun oiled, and Bible handy. No tellin’ what kind of varmint or demon yuh might be meetin’ on the road.
Vaya con Dios.