–Colleen Coble  (Alaska Twilight)

 

You still traipsin’ around doin’ yur shoppin’?  I’ve been missin’ yuh, but I know the feelin’ as I had to go out one day.  Whoopee, some folks don’t think that the law pertains to them when they’re out drivin’.  Pard, despite all the things happenin’ we’ve got to remember that the season is for celebratin’ the love of God.  The mystery of the Incarnation is upon us and we ring bells, put up lights, and sing carols along with drinkin’ our coffee in Christmas mugs.

       I don’t want to be puttin’ a damper on yur singin’ of “Joy to the World” but they’re messin’ with God’s moral laws again.  I thought I heard another nail bein’ driven in the coffin with this law they’re tryin’ to pass makin’ same-sex marriage legal.  Why if that don’t ruffle yur feathers I don’t know what will.  The Holy Writ says right from the start that man is to marry a woman and be united into one.  Cayn’t happen any other way.  Don’t think that this makes the Lord smile; it grieves Him.  There is a reason for the family to bein’ like it is:  father, mother, children.

       Enough of that, drink up that coffee there’s plenty left.  We got to get busy drinkin’ that pot down.  Let’s hum a tune while we slurp.  How ’bout “Deck the Halls”?  Ha, that’s won’t work.  I get coffee all over my moustache.  Say, Pard while we’re in the Christmas mood, what’dya buy me for Christmas?  Hope it’s not a pair of socks.  Why just because I wore a hole in one I was a-wearin’ for a couple of years an’ yuh saw it, yuh’ve been buyin’ me a pair every year.

       Pard, Christmas is a time for many things, and one of them is memories.  I’ve got a whole heap of them.  Why sittin’ here I was thinkin’ of all the lights we used to see downtown around the courthouse when I was growin’ up.  Sure glad Coldspring does it every year.  We went to the lightin’ a week ago.  The cross was brightly lit, the nativity had lights showcasin’ it.  Things were put in proper perspective with the Lord of Glory being the center of attention.  Pard, be sure as yuh go about yur travels this holiday season to, of course, check yur cinch, but also to not lose focus on the great event that took place.  That the Lord that He is the reason for the season!

             Vaya con Dios.

                    –Rod Collins  (Bitter’s Run)

 

Good mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Good thing the coffee’s good or I might start to grumblin’.  Reason?  Technology!  All my phone photo albums are empty, ugh.  Then the photos on my phone won’t update, ugh.  Then this morning crazy doodle-google didn’t want me to log on.  They wanted all my information again for gmail–ugh.  There, grumblin’s over.

       My, the days have sure been nice.  Cool, but not bad weather.  That’s the way I like it.  Taste that coffee, ahhh, just the way I like it.  Tasty, mighty tasty this mornin’.  Pard, I’ve got a question for yuh.  Since next week is Thanksgiving, have yuh started countin’ yur blessin’s yet?  The Lord sure is good!  Despite what the media might say, despite the pundits and the politicians with their drool–none of that deters from the fact that God is good.  Even in the time of spiritual battle we should be thankful that the Lord deemed us capable of fightin’ the enemy.  We should be thankful that He even called us to serve Him in such a manner.  The battle may rage, but He is in control.

       Pard, Thanksgiving is a good time to check out our attitude.  Do we have one of gratitude, or do we take things for granted?  Pard, I reckon that sometimes I take for granted that the Lord is walkin’ beside me on this trail of life, but in a sense I guess that could also be called living by faith.  I don’t have to seek Him out, for He is always here!  That’s good news, Pard!  So, what I’m tryin’ to tell yuh is, there is a difference in takin’ the Lord and His blessin’s for granted and living by faith knowin’ that He’ll take care of us.  However, as we sip this wonderful elixir, we should always be thankful.  Thankful that He is with us in the midst of a crazy, insane, gone mad, woke world.

       Always keep an attitude of gratitude, Pard.  A sour attitude don’t do no one no good atall!  Even my grumblin’ over technology doesn’t add one thing to my life, just spoils my disposition.  So, Pard, be thankful–count yur blessin’s each and ev’ry day and along with that be sure an’ check yur cinch.

        Vaya con Dios.

                         –Mel Odom  (Shooter’s Crossing)

 

       Ahhh, the coffee is oh so good this morning.  A cold front moved in, and I’m enjoying it, the coffee and looking at the woods through the window where I do some of my writing.

Sometimes a person just needs to relax and forget about the foolishness of the world.   There are bright spots, and strong believers, but so much of it is on the downward spiral.  Pard, I know we can’t totally forget about what’s goin’ on out there, but we can only do so much.  We vote, pray, make sure our family is following God’s plan and direction.  That’s why it’s good to sit and enjoy the small blessin’s He’s given us once in a while.

       Beto’s gone!  That’s good news, but nation-wide there’s not a whole lot to be jumpin’ up and down for.  Not sure about the House yet, not sure about the Senate yet–but there is a sigh of relief here in Texas.

       The more I read the Bible, the more I see that downward spiral; it continues downward unless there is a major revival and repentance.  God said He would not destroy Sodom if there were ten righteous in it.  There wasn’t.  What happened to the righteous people?  They became one of the statistics–no longer having an identity.  Pard, go ‘head and drink yur coffee, while I continue.  The church is so concerned with tolerance they have forgotten about sin.  It is so careful ’bout offendin’ someone, that there is milque-toast preachin’ comin’ from the pulpit.

       Yuh know somethin?  That coffee is good!  Enjoy it–I won’t water it down like some folks do.  And I won’t water down the truth like some preachers do, and the livin’ of some pseudo-Christians.  Judgment will come.  I don’t know if it will be nationally or regionally, but we can’t expect the blessin’s of God when a lesbian is elected governor and a trans-gender to a state legislature.  God’s moral law will not be mocked.

       The key to the days ahead is to be watchful, guard the truth, and be ready for the Lord’s return.  Be that strong example to others–like my coffee, don’t let anyone water down yur testimony.  Yur a livin’ example of what the Lord expects us to be here on this earth.  Live the godly life, and check yur cinch.

        Vaya con Dios.

                    –L.C. Matthews  (The Promise)

 

Come on in hyar, Pard, and help me figurin’ out what needs to be done.  Let’s see, revolver is cleaned and loaded.  Rifle and shotgun are ready with plenty of ammunition.  Gonna have my fill of coffee in a moment.  Reckon that does it for this mornin’; sure I’ll need to add things as the day goes on and it comes to mind.

       Go ahead, go ahead, don’t wait for me.  I’ve already had one cup.  Take a first sip and I’ll tell yuh what the uproar is all about.  I read the other day from some top-notch scientists.  They had to be for some of them worked for NASA at times, and the internet said they were smart guys.  They’re sayin’ that we’re about to be invaded by aliens from outerspace.  They weren’t talkin’ ’bout the border with Mexico, but from outerspace.  They said we have to be ready to meet them.  Hold on, Pard, let me get my spectacles and I’ll read yuh what one of them smart men was a-sayin’.  Here it is, now don’t be sprayin’ out any coffee when I read it, or at least warn me ’bout the shower.  This is from one of them doctors, not the medical kind, “We cannot afford to be ill-prepared–for an event that could turn into reality as early as tomorrow…”  That was from Dr. John Elliott.

       So I’m gettin’ myself ready for any of them varmints that might come a-knockin’ at my door.  Ha, ha, the real story is that those scientific folks, and yuh know that science is true, are already with the stuff to be made up when the Christians are vacatin’ this ol’ earth.  The sound–the vacatin’–whoooossseee.  Yessiree, Pard, the Lord’s will be comin’ and they have to have some kind of a story.  Yep, aliens just came down and swooped them up.

       Pard, as much as I’m gettin’ ready for that invasion by those extra-terrestrials, I’m more ready for the return of the Lord.  Won’t be needin’ my .44 when He comes in the clouds.  I’ll even forgo my coffee, for I’m sure He has some heavenly brew up there.

       Yuh best be on yur way, get ready for the events that may come tomorrow–the return of the Lord.  Check that cinch; it would be embarrassing to be fallen off yur hoss when that trumpet sounds.  More importantly, make sure that spiritual cinch is tight.

        Vaya con Dios.