The smell of the small campfire and coffee made him feel more at home than any hotel room ever could.”
–Dan Arnold (The Fourth Horseman)
Yeehaw, Pard! Glad yuh could join me. Back to the ol’ perkolater. Ha, that could mean either good coffee or some thoughts spewin’ and boilin’ in my mind. Once in a while I get the ol’ graymatter to perkin’. But shore ‘nough, it’s good to be back here with yuh sharin’ a cup. If’n yur a teetotaler, that’s alright too, like I said, yuh can share the perkin’ from my mind.
Good coffee this mornin’. Usin’ up the last of some Woods coffee that my son-in-law gave me. Viking Blend it’s called, from up in the Northwest. Had some decent coffee on my trip at my eldest daughter’s home. ‘Course she had a good teacher and knows how to make it. She has one of those fancy-dancy coffee makers, not just an ol’ perkolater or drip pot. Now on the road, that was a different matter. I think that the coffee in hotel rooms must be half sawdust. Usually the missus makes a half cup or pot whichever with what they give us and it’s drinkable. However, this trip, even that didn’t help and it wasn’t much better down in the lobby where they were servin’ something that they were a-callin’ biscuits ‘n’ gravy. But I’ve learned over the years while on the road to be thankful for what yu’ve got, and to ignore the irregular taste or no taste of the food and coffee.
Time for a big sip or a gulp, whichever yuh prefer. Ahhh, smoothes all the way down the gullet to delight that ol’ stomach and gizzard. Why I even figure that the liver is enjoyin’ this cup.
Haven’t been watchin’ the Olympics, ‘specially after that blasphemous opening ceremony. Pard, I know that there’s always been controversy of some kind at the Olympics. In the past, during the Cold War, it was with the judgin’ and maybe yuh remember some of those East German “women” swimmers. But this time they went beyond just politics and decided to mock the holy God. Now, I don’t get the understandin’, maybe yuh can help. They allow a mockery of God, yet I saw a commentator was fired for makin’ disparagin’ remarks about John Lennon. Figure that one. It reminds me of the writin’ of that early ‘postle John–the whole world is under the control of the evil one.
Some are sayin’ that the depiction was not that of the Last Supper. Makes no difference, they were flauntin’ what God calls an abomination. On top of that they were mockin’ the image of man. What did they show of the French Revolution, but the decapitated head of the Queen and the god of wine and debauchery. Yep, man at his finest–ha. Read the first chapter of Proverbs. “Mock me, when calamity comes, I’ll mock you,” a paraphrase from ol’ Ira, in fact in these verses if one of the few times it says that God laughs.
But, in all of this, Pard, we have good coffee, good fellowship, and a God that will take care of us. In the midst of a world mockin’, there is comfort in the Rock of Ages, our Lord. So be of good cheer, enjoy yur coffee, and know that you can trust in the faithfulness of God. Know that He is with yuh, even when yuh forget to check yur cinch. Ride wary, ride ready, keep a smile on yur face, and trust in the Lord.
Vaya con Dios.