What I do care about is coffee and that old flattop stove in the front room can supply that, as long as we get our hands on a pot, and some coffee.”
–Nathan Wright (Marshal Warrix)
Happy Saturday mornin’ to yuh. Coffee’s hot and strong–tastes mighty fine. It’s from Burundi. The “Wild Man”, no, no, he was from Borneo, this is Burundi, down in Africa. Not bad coffee. Pard, my wife said I was a connysoower of coffee. Can’t say it, can’t spell it, can’t for sure tell yuh what it means. One says it has the taste of semi-sweet coffee, raspberry, and key lime. That’s sounds like a cino to me. When I brew it up it tastes either like good coffee, bad coffee, or not so bad or good. Another says it tastes like yellow raisin, honey, and butter. Now I’m not sure what all of that means. I don’t taste no raisins when I drink it so maybe I’m not one of those connysoowers.
Just like my eldest told me about Elon Musk. I thought she was speakin’ ’bout the guy who has that overly sweet-smellin’ cologne. Come to find out that he has a bunch of money. Remember that boy named “Sue”? Why Pard, today he wouldn’t have it so mean and tough. It got me to thinkin’ of all the Bibles we have at our disposal today. I talked to a salesman a while back and he said people come to the store to buy a Bible and leave without one. There are so many to choose from. Now, Pard, don’t yuh be gettin’ me wrong. I’m not opposed to newer translations as long as they have the pure word of God, and as long as they are bein’ read. The way I see it now, yuh buy a Bible to suit what yur gonna use it for–study, devotion, easier reading….
Ahhhh, not bad, not bad, this Burundi coffee. It’s supposed to be from some rainforest. Three types of coffee I don’t care much about: cold, scorched, and weak. They put the ptui in my mouth. The ol’ taste buds rare up to make me scowl.
This all made me think of the ol’ ‘postle Peter where he said to “desire the pure milk of the word, that yuh may grow thereby.” That’s close enough to the Greek for me. Might be off ’cause of my spellin’ or lack of it. But we are to keep pure, stay pure, desire pure, and that means no compromisin’ and it don’t take no connysoower to understand that we don’t compromise the pure word of the Lord.
Well, Pard, yuh be havin’ a good week. Ha, thought yuh were gettin’ away before I told yuh to be sure an’ check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.