That’s what I call a sunrise. Look at those colors.’ He had a fire going, coffee almost boiling, and was cutting some bacon strips for their cast iron frying pan.”
–Johnny Gunn (Terror on Flat Top Ridge)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. Coffee’s on, ready for yuh to guzzle, or sip, whichever fits yur fancy. In the midst of this crazy, mixed-up world, some things are just downright enjoyable. Yep, some things just lift yuh up an’ make yuh smile. Yuh know what I mean. From the first glimmer of graylight in the mornin’ to the dazzlin’ colors of a sunrise tellin’ yuh that yur still alive and breathin’. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee an’ then the taste of that elixir flowin’ down yur gullet to yur gizzard. . . ahhh, delightful. Or how ’bout the aroma of fresh-baked bread, or pie, then add to that the smell of bacon a-fryin’. Yep, most of the time the simple things are the good things.
Why you just showin’ up this mornin’ and sharin’ a bit of yur time with me–well, that’s a lifter. I’ll share somethin’ with yuh that really made this ol’ fence post feel good. I got a phone call yesterday from my ol’ pard, Bob. Just made me feel good that he was a-thinkin’ ’bout me. We talked a spell, shared some things–why, it was just like ol’ times. Made not only my gizzard happy, but my heart as well. We exhorted each other like the Scripture says, to stay in the faith and to guard the truth. I recall, Pard, the writer of Hebrews says that we are to exhort one another daily, while it is called “Today.” (3:13)
Go ahead, Pard, pour yurself another cup, there’s plenty and if we empty the pot there’s more makin’s. Read the other day of an ol’ cowman who put the coffee on every mornin’ out of habit, even though his gizzard won’t accept it anymore. Now, that’s bein’ faithful to friends who may, or may not show up. The coffee’s there for them, sorta comfortin’ to know that folks think kindly towards one another. I remember Grandma always had a pot of coffee on the stove in case anyone came by. She never drank the brew, but it was always there, ready for a guest or friend.
Yep, Pard, with all the evil around, and all the wicked folk who sit in high places we need each other to encourage us in this evil day. “Comfort one another”, we are told. So hope, my few words along with the coffee will give yuh some comfort this Saturday before yuh head out for the day’s duties. Fact is, I’m comforted knowin’ that yuh checked yur cinch. Sure does ease the mind. Yuh be havin’ a good week!
Vaya con Dios.