Coffee Percs

He pulled his wool long coat tighter around him, feeling the cold breeze curling around him, and thought of a mug of steaming hot coffee by the fireplace.” 

                    –James Leonard  (A Storm Is Coming)
 
Ahhh, steaming, hot coffee is waitin’ to make my gizzard happy.  Come on, join me friends, yuh’ve nothin’ better to do right now.  Right now I’m not needin’ that sheepskin coat, but sometimes the ol’ bones do get achy.  Sure prayin’ and hopin’ that the chill is not from those liberal weasels an’ their hoo-dooin’ and fanaglelin’.  
     Pard, don’t yuh be a-frettin’.  I’m safe from bein’ picked up by a garbage truck today.  My mercy, the audacity and downright foolishness was that statement.  It ranks right up there with Hilary’s “deplorables.”  Pard, we’ve been called “deplorables” and “garbage” by leadin’ bureaucrats over the years.  Makes me think of that verse in Psalms, I think it’s 84:10, where the psalmist writes “I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in tents of the wicked.”  Or even in their vast estates.  Surely we have seen wickedness in high places.
     Take a sip, but while we’re a-politicizin’ I read last week that Kamala said that “voting helps us fulfill God’s expectations for us to help Him.”  Whooeee, I’m a sayin’, an’ it’s not cause the coffee’s hot, but perhaps she’s right.  To cast a vote for those antichrist folk, those who are against the innocent unborn is to bring us closer to the man of lawlessness takin’ over.  It will bring us closer to the judgment of God upon this nation.  
     Pard, I ain’t no prophet, but a simple study of history proves this true.  Time and time again God judged nations.  I recall that in the latter days of Rome, there came to the throne, Constantine.  He tried to undo many of the things that was bringin’ Rome down.  It was a respite, if only…  Then read of the times that Israelite kings did right in the eyes of the Lord, and when people did what was right in their own eyes rather than seein’ through the lens of God.  Judgment came, turmoil came, and in some instances, disaster came.
     Sure glad this coffee is warmin’ up the innards ’cause I read a statistic the other day that set my soul to boilin’.  It weren’t the coffee I was drinkin’ neither.  The statistic read that 49% of Christians are not votin’!  Shameful!  Sinful!  We are supposed to be stewards of our lives and that involves bein’ involved to the extent that we can with our country.  To not vote when we have the obligation to is downright shameful!  Read Jeremiah, read the prophets…oh, they didn’t get a chance to vote, but yuh’ll see that God often gives the people the kind of government they want and then they have to pay the price.
     Pard, if’n yuh haven’t voted–do so, make me proud of yuh.  But be sure yuh check yur cinch before goin’ out.
      Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

So we checked our weapons, loaded everything as full as we could get it, and made a pot of coffee.”

                    –Lou Bradshaw  (Cain)
 
Git in this kitchen, Pard, the goblins will git yuh if yuh don’t watch out.  Ha, Pard, more like the liberals.  But don’t be a-frettin’, the coffee’s on the stove, hot and black.  Let’s enjoy the time rather than worry ’bout the vampires and the bats.
     Yep, that ol’ boy was right, we need to stay loaded, not only our weapons, but our minds and hearts with the Word of God.  Pard, next week is a “supernatural” day when folks think of evil things.  But let me be a-tellin’ yuh right now, they think that way every day.  An’ I’ll tell yuh another thing, there’ll be more “supernatural” demons and imps around a week from Tuesday.  
     Hold on, I need another swallow, then I’ll speak on.  Ahhh, here’s what I mean.  The Lord sets up an’ takes down governments, He’s in charge.  So, therefore, there is a supernatural element involved.  We don’t know what’s a-happenin’ in that spiritual world, thank goodness.  Come a week from Tuesday, those evil imps will be a hustlin’ about tryin’ to take over.  They can’t, but oftentimes the Lord gives the people what they want.
     I’ve started a study on Proverbs, figure anything like that is good for an’ ol’ fence post like me.  Right from the git go, I see two things:  common sense ain’t too common and that folk in their foolishness try to do away or ignore God’s moral laws.  People just don’t listen, and the Lord, Himself, said that those with ears are to be a-hearin’.  Thing is that too many people out there hear the wrong voices.  They hear the voices of evil, why that ol’ devil, he don’t stop his lyin’ and deceivin’.  
     Why, Pard, the best thing for us to do, besides finishin’ this pot of coffee an’ then git on with the day.  We can be trustin’ in the good Lord to be with us each step of the way and every hour of the day.  But, supposin’ Pard, just supposin’ it would do any good to be wearin’ garlic to ward off the evil of the liberals that want to do away with God?  Ha, might do yuh some good, put a sweeter aroma on yur personality.  
     Yuh be ridin’ tall and straight, ever onward and upward.  Be checkin’ yur weapons and yur cinch, and don’t give way to the devil or his minions.
      Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

Moving quietly, he fastened his gun belt and poured himself a cup of coffee and went out onto the porch.” 

                    –John Deacon  (Justice Returns)
 
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Coffee’s hot, black, and ready to pour so set yurself down; the cups are already on the table.  Sure ‘nough satisfyin’.  One of the few things that is anymore with all the foolishness of wokeism that floatin’ ’round.  Woke?  Hardly, more like fast asleep, not havin’ a clue, and the lackin’ of common sense.  Work ethic?  Gone down the drain, they depend on bail outs.  Now, listen Pard, I’m not against helpin’ someone out who’s needin’ it and is willin’ to take their part.  But handouts, cancellin’ debts, well, to my way of thinkin’ that leads to faulty character.
     My ol’ pard, Bob, wrote in his blog that he doesn’t fear what will happen in the upcomin’ election.  Yuh know, he’s right!  Me neither, God’s in control, however, I am a mite concerned over the future of this country and the life that lies ahead for my grandkids.  ‘Cuse me, need another swallow.  Ahhh… now I was a-sayin’ I know for a fact that the words of that song are true:  “Through it all, I’ve learned to trust in Jesus, I’ve learned to trust in God.  Through it all, I’ve learned to depend upon His Word.” (Andrae Crouch)  That’s a fact, Pard.  No matter what God is there; He’ll see His children through.
     But that don’t be a-meanin’ that we should get all lackadaisical, in fact the righteous should be up in arms and a-showin’ them liberals and antichrists how the cow eats the cabbage.  Ha, haven’t thought of that sayin’ in years.  That was my Dad’s favorite.  And if evil continues and God’s children become the persecuted, then I’ll borrow from my Grandma, “Lord, help us through the jungles”.  We’ll need it for certain, and yuh know what?  He will.  Hmm, or perhaps He’ll come an’ take us home to glory.  Whooeeee, that would be something.  Think on election day that there are a mass of voters missin’…
     I’ve been readin’ ’bout Texas turnin’ blue.  Sure hopin’ not, but I’ve got the shotgun ready, and the pistol oiled and loaded.  My faith is in the Lord, an’ knowin’ that He’ll be with me and mine through it all.  Say, let’s finish this here coffee so’s we can get on with the chores of the day.  An’ Pard, we all better be checkin’ our cinches an’ that includes the spiritual ones.
      Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

He made sure the new fuel caught. Once it did, he closed the door, put water and coffee in the battered tin pot on the shelf alongside the stove and put the pot on the stove to boil.” 

                    –James J. Griffin  (Tall Trouble in Terlingua)
 
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard, sure glad yur hangin’ in the saddle.  Lots of folks ain’t.  My mercy, the storms that have hit us and hardly anyone has mentioned the 70,000 plus acres of fire burnin’ up in ol’ Wyomin’.   Here we sit, cup in hand, enjoyin’ this good life while others won’t get a cup of coffee this mornin’.  
     Pard, I still have to wonder if’n these storms aren’t a way of God tellin’ us to wake up!  Goodness, it should remind folks of the Flood, and remember then the goodness and faithfulness of God an’ yet at the same time know that God doesn’t mess around.  He’s good and patient, but there comes a time when He says, “I will not turn back My wrath.”  Folks that could mean that the good ol’ US of A might be havin’ God turn His back on us.  Perhaps the only thing in our favor might be us continuin’ to back Israel.  We know in the future that the Lord is goin’ to take us home an’ then His patience will be withdrawn.  This won’t be a good place to be.  Why, I reckon there won’t be a cup of coffee to be found, well, maybe if’n yuh want to take the mark of that Beast.
     Ahhh, enjoy that coffee and thank the Lord for His blessin’.  We are sittin’ here, jawin’ and enjoyin’.  Might not always be so.  
     I haven’t seen nor heard much from the pundits, the WOKE folk, the CRT, and elite progressives regarding the day we celebrate the foundin’ of the New World.  Yep, that ol’ salt, Christopher Columbus was quite the sailor.  If’n yuh study his life much, yuh have to come to the conclusion that he was a real “Renaissance Man.”  He knew geography, the currents of the seas, languages, cartography, and the Bible.  In fact, he was well aware that his name meant “Christ-bearer”.  Say what yuh want, without Columbus, and those that followed him, the Word of God would not have been brought to the New World.  
     Those antiChrist people don’t understand what’s waiting for them by some of their talk.  I don’t bother reasonin’ with them any more.  I read just last week that the secret to a happy life is to drink coffee and avoid talkin’ to morons.  I have to add an’ know the Lord Jesus Christ as yur Savior.
     Speakin’ of enjoyin’ coffee, what’dya say we finish this pot.  The day is callin’ for us…  Have a good week, Pard, an’ check yur cinch.
       Vaya con Dios.