They enjoyed a last cup of coffee while the dark eased out of the canyons of the mountains way off to their west and slipped over the flat prairies.”
–C. Wayne Winkle (A Dangerous Beginning)
“Ridin’ down the canyon, to watch the sun go down; a picture than no artist e’er could paint.” Sing along, Pard, for that’s ’bout as close as we can get to a canyon here in East Texas. Reckon I could go up on the hillside to look out over the pasture land at sundown, that’s a right nice view. But nestled in our little cottage in the woods we don’t have that view. “Course the last rays of the sun filter on down through the trees; that’s right nice as well.
Sorry, was thinkin’ ’bout that view, an’ most forgot yur coffee. Since yuh don’t want to sing, sit down and I’ll pour yuh a cup. Ahhh, that delicious brew, now if’n we could only be lookin’ down the canyon. ‘Course the sun ain’t comin’ down, it’s just a-risin’ tellin’ us that there’s a new day approachin’ and that we need to be doin’ our best for the Lord.
Did I watch the convention? Pard! What’s got into yuh? Why should I watch a bunch of clowns? Just watchin’ some of them makes the ol’ gizzard queasy. Makes me think of the words of our Lord when he said that a group of people just wanted to carry out their father’s desires. By father, He meant ol’ slewfoot hisself–the devil. Remember, Jesus said that he, the devil, speaks his native language, for he is a liar, and no truth in him. Why those folks are just carryin’ out his wishes, and who’ll become the recipients? Yuh got it, us folk out here.
Pard, yuh done got me on my soap-box. Yuh drink yur coffee whilst I go on an’ say somethin’ else. We’re headin’ down a wicked, evil way, an’ it has to stop or the Lord is goin’ to put a stop to it. Hmmm, or maybe not, He often allows folks to get what they want; bad thing is other folk suffer right along with them. But, Pard, unless the Spirit speaks to them they ain’t a-gonna listen. They don’t belong to God so they ain’t gonna recognize His voice, nor do they want to. They want to do what they want regardless of the right and wrong of it.
Whooeee, Pard, yuh hang on to the truth! Don’t let no woke person who’s really asleep turn yuh aside. They ain’t got no more sense than God gave a rock. Yuh right straight an’ true an’ tall in the saddle. Yuh tighten yur cinch as yuh travel this road of life, enjoy the sunrise, the sunset, and good coffee.
Vaya con Dios.