He took out two tin cups and moved to the coffee pot suspended from a steel rod over a smoldering campfire.”
–Elmer Kelton (The Time It Never Rained)
Well, here we are, Pard, on the downward slope of the season. Yep, I know summer’s just begun, but with that, the days will be gettin’ shorter. For a while, shorter and hotter. So far not so bad here, a couple of days in the lower nineties. Go ‘head, grab yur cup, the coffee’s comin’ right up. What’s the Good Book say, As long as the earth endures the seasons will come and go as will night and day, uh, that’s a little paraphrase, if’n yuh want to go look it up it’s in Genesis right after the flood.
Ahhh, that coffee sure fits the bill this mornin’. Plum tickles the ol’ gizzard, sure ‘nough good way to start the day. Pard, I heard somethin’ that sorta frightened me. Nah, not scared me as to want to pull out my gun, but it brought new light to this feeble ol’ fence post of a mind of mine. I was on social media, when somethin’ popped up. Now, I usually don’t pay no ‘ttention to such things, but this one just caught my eye. A woman was a talkin’, “Just leave us alone. That’s all we want to be left alone and go to hell. That’s where I wanna go anyway…” My, my, all I could do was shake my head. That poor gal don’t know what she’s a-talkin’ about.
Now, in my days, I’ve heard smart remarks, most said in foolishness and jest, such as, “I want to go to hell, that’s where all my friends are,” or “we’ll have a grand ol’ time partyin’ down there.” The Lord tells us that if we have ears, then listen: it ain’t gonna be no party. Yuh don’t want to be settin’ yur sights on goin’ there. It’s a place of torment where the worm dieth not. It’s darkness and gnashing of teeth. Why, Pard, it’s darker than that there coffee yura drinkin’.
Ol’ slewfoot has sure deceived that woman. She’s done exchanged the truth of God for a lie. Now I don’t know if she’s at the point where she believes the lie. I read that durin’ the Tribulation, the Lord will send a powerful delusion so that people will believe the lie, but not sure if that’s for today or not. Either way, the woman has indeed believed Satan and is not in her right mind. If’n she was she would be seekin’ grace and mercy from the Lord, not flauntin’ her lifestyle at Him.
My mercy, Pard, the pot’s empty. Where has the time gone? Seems like it gets shorter and shorter, or perhaps I’m just noticin’ it more. Summer is upon us, the days should be long and lingerin’, but it seems they pass more quickly now. We seem to empty the pot faster than before. Well, the Lord willin’ and yuh don’t forget to check yur cinch and fall on yur noggin’ I’ll see yuh next week. Sit tall in the saddle, keep yur weapons near yuh and be diligent as yuh travel through this world in the comin’ week.
Vaya con Dios.