It was well known about the town that the sheriff made coffee strong enough to rattle a skeleton’s gizzard. Not only did he make it strong, but he left it simmering on the wood stove in his office all day.”
–Lynette Bonner (Honey From the Rock)
Mornin’ Pard, jist take a looksee at the calendar. The year’s most half over, and the longest day of the year is approaching. My, what has taken place already in this year. The world is in turmoil, jist a-waitin’ for the man of lawlessness to appear. I find myself lookin’ up waitin’ for the trumpet sound. Well, let’s be grabbin’ yuh a mug, and I’ll be pourin’ yuh a cup.
Have yuh been noticin’ how so many angry folk there seem to be out there? Yep, plenty of hostility, that’s for sure. Yuh know, if folks would jist accept the message of Jesus this ol’ world would sure be a lot better. Yuh know, I’ve heard, of course the media stirs, that some folk say that Islam is a peaceful religion. My, my, are they duped. They don’t know the teachin’s of Islam or its history or they wouldn’t be sayin’ such things.
All sorts of anger, an’ folks will use anything to vent it. Right now the hot term is “racism.” My word, I read where someone said that serving milk (white milk) in school cafeterias is racist. That one made me scratch my head. Pard, in this time of turmoil yuh need to be stayin’ close to the Lord. See, you and I’s a-knowin’ that real peace is in Jesus, not in what the world offers. Why, that’s one of the reasons why I have yuh over. Sit down, Pard, drink some coffee. It’s like an antidote one of them high-cost doctors would be offerin’ yuh, but I give it for free. Take a seat–the coffee is perkin’. Things will be alright, have a cup, and let’s talk about more pleasant things.
Ahhh, but that’s good coffee this mornin’. Speakin’ of hatred, we all know where that comes from. Yep, yuh got it Pard, from the depths of the Pit. It’s from ol’ slewfoot himself projectin’ his hatred of the heavenly Father onto man. If’n he can’t get a person to be hatin’ God, he’ll get them to hatin’ God’s great creation of man. What is it the Bible says, “Hate stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” I’m a-thinkin’ that’s found in Proverbs the tenth chapter.
Try to be neighborly as yuh can. I know the days are gone when yuh can leave the pot a simmerin’ on the stove and go help yurself. Yep, it might be strong, but it’s the purpose and thought that counts. Grandma always had a pot brewin’ jist in case someone might stop by. Neighborly, friendly…
But that don’t be meanin’ yuh should go off half-cocked. Yuh be movin’ about waryly ’cause there is evil out there. Yuh never know where it might be lurkin’ so yuh gots to be prepared and ready. Gun’s oiled and loaded, I assume. Prayed up, an’s while yur a-doin’ that keep yur eyes on the eastern skies, I’m a-reckonin’ that the Lord might jist be comin’ right soon. Don’t be fallin’ off’n yur hoss ’cause yuh didn’t check yur cinch, and always be ridin’ with the Spirit.
Vaya con Dios.