You’re welcome at anytime, for no other reason than a cup of coffee and a little conversation.”
–Lou Bradshaw (Hickory Jack)
Greetin’ to yuh, Pard. Glad yuh stopped by. Coffee’s hot, strong, and ready for yuh to guzzle. Been doin’ plenty of contemplatin’ this week. Thoughts just seem to float through my mind, and sometimes they zip and I cain’t quite get holt of them. Lot’s of disturbin’ things happenin’ in the world; reckon they’ll continue as long as the Lord tarries His comin’. Boy, howdy, won’t that be a day!
Was readin’ some this past week. Once in a while I glean something; not much to chew on, but I do move it ’round some on my molars. Saw where our “distinguished” President is goin’ to sign some of our rights over to WHO. Seems like that pandemic of the virus still resonates in his mind, if that’s possible. This little deal gives the director-general of WHO the “power to declare a public emergency in any member nation–even over the objections of a member nation.” Whooeee, think of all the possibilities. But we know, the whole thing’s about power. The implications are staggerin’ though. Don’t wear a mask–yur a danger. Don’t get a shot–yur a threat and could be thought of as a domestic and international terrorist. My, and the scenarios continue. Best be ready, Pard. The days of evil are just beginnin’; we need to be prayin’ that last prayer in Revelation, “Even so, Lord Jesus, come.”
Pard, this ol’ boy could declare that my coffee is a danger to yur health. Goodness, the thought is unnervin’ almost. Too strong, yuh have to weaken it. Need to add some sweetin’ to make yur gizzard happy and tolerable. Make cinos, not strong coffee. Whooee, think of all that could take place. Best enjoy this brew whilst we got the chance for yuh never know. Why the ol’ buzzard could declare that the batch of coffee beans contain some kind of parasite–one that makes yuh sit up straight and take notice and not cowtail to his power. Enjoy Pard, I don’t even mind yur slurpin’.
Whilst yur doin’ that, I’ll pour another cup then share a story. This comes from an ol’ preacher-man and it’s about an ol’ cowboy hat. He said that backslidin’ is like this: Yuh can sit down on yur hat once and straighten it right up. But keep on sittin’ on it, an’ the more yuh do it, the less likely yur to gettin’ it back into proper shape ever again. He’s right, it takes work to keep yur hat fit and proper lookin’. Mess it up, an’ well, yuh understand what I’m a-sayin’. People who were once sold out taste a little of the world, hmmm, sorta like sippin’ a cino if that’s possible, now put a little smudge on their hat. Oh, they can still wear it, but it’s sullied up some, and sits on yur head a little lopsided. One side is bent over, yet yur proclaimin’ that it’s still a good fit. The ol’ boy finished his message with this: “It’s time for you and I to keep alive a Godly fear and carefulness in our daily Christian walk.”
Hear me, Pard, yuh right tall in the saddle. Don’t take no guff from ol’ slewfoot, and be wary and watchful of the trail. Remember, sittin’ on yur hat is ’bout the same as not checkin’ yur cinch. One makes yuh look silly, the other might give yuh a knot on yur noggin’. Keep yur gun oiled and Bible handy.
Vaya con Dios.