–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.

                    –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.

                    –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.

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Lando)

 

Death, Devastation and Destruction…  Pard, these storms this year have done plenty of that ‘specially that last one.  My mercy!  A work of nature or the hand of God?  Pard, we do know that the Lord is in control of the winds and waves, is He tryin’ to send us a message?  If’n so are we a-listenin’?

     Saw where they’re usin’ mules and horses to get supplies up in the mountain areas.  An’ I reckon those new-fangled electric cars are doin’ their share of duty…ha, parked somewheres ’cause there ain’t no electricity.  What I don’t see is much help comin’ from Uncle Sam (i.e., Biden and Harris).  Convoy of Hope is on the scene as is Samaritan’s Purse, but…where’s?? I’m not a-talkin’ ’bout handouts, I’m talkin’ ’bout a helpin’ hand.   Do we need to discuss leadership here?  I remember the media crawlin’ all over President Bush durin’ Katrina, but no outcry this time.  See, the liberal politician is the media’s pet.

     Like ol’ Louis said, sometimes after the storm the best thing to do is put on the coffee, then survey the damage.  After that…begin the work and always, through all of it, be thankin’ the Lord.  One ol’ boy said the other day that “hard times are like a wild horse.  Ya can’t dodge ’em, so stay in the saddle and hold on ’til the critter wears out.”  If’n yuh get thrown, after yuh get back on yur feet, check yurself out.  Make sure there’s no permanent damage, then dust yurself off an’ get back to work.  Don’t be a-dependin’ on the bureaucrats to help yuh out.

     Pard, in the midst of the storms that come into our lives I’m reminded of the ol’ sage Charles Tindley who wrote, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me…  When the world is tossing me like a ship upon the sea, Thou who rulest wind and water, stand by me”.  Hunker down, hold on, pull yurself together, and get back to fixin’ things up.  Be prayin’ for those an’ liftin’ them up before the Lord.  An’ don’t forget yurself Pard.  If’n yuh don’t check yur cinch, yuh just might wind up in the mud yur ownself.

     Vaya con Dios.