He had pulled a chair away from the door and was leaning against the wall, sipping on a steaming hot cup of coffee. He pointed to the pot on the stove. ‘Hep yoreself and grab a chair.’”
–Donald L. Robertson (Callum’s Mission)
Come on in, Pard, help yurself. Ahhh, mighty fine tastin’ coffee this mornin’ if’n I do say so myself. That’s the real stuff, no latte, no cinos, just plain ol’ good, delicious coffee. I don’t want no deception to muh taste buds. Nosiree!
Speakin’ of deception, there’s sure a bunch of it goin’ on. Goin’ get worser an’ worser as we wait for the return of the Lord. One day, after we’re gone, the ol’ deceiver himself is gonna rule through the man of lawlessness–the Antichrist. Talk about deception, I reckon there won’t be any such thing as real coffee. See, that’s part of the agenda, confuse their taste buds. Offer them something sweet with just a hint of the real thing. Cinos they call it, a taste of enlightenment.
Why, Pard, listen up! Deception is all ’round us. Using the guise of peace for deception I saw where the pope, his goodness himself, kissing the hand of a Muslim iman. Mr. Pope said that all religions “have a role to play.” Well, Pard, he done right ’bout that. All have a play in deception including pseudo-Christianity. That sounds more like the religion of Oprah, all religions lead to God. Whew, that makes a man want to double the grounds for the next pot. Seems to me I read in the Bible that to be a friend of the world is to be an enemy of God. Deception, Pard, that’s all it is. Why they’re a-sayin’ just “help yurself.”
This week, I decided to add another pet peeve to my list. One day I need to go through an’ delete a few since some of them relate to my time in education. But here’s my new one. Yuh take a swaller as I tell yuh. AI. Yelp, AI is on my list. I look at AI photos of places that this ol’ bones have traveled an’ it’s just plain ol’ deception. AI is tryin’ to deceive folks by sayin’ what yur a-lookin’ at is the place. Why, Pard, just the other day, a picture of Boulder Falls was posted. It was no more Boulder Falls than Niagara. Then a photo of the San Juans, my mercy, I’ve traveled those lonesome peaks. It looked more like some of those in the Andes or someplace else. Pard, they even tried to fool me with some photos of my stoopin’ grounds outside the Indian Peaks. False photos of Rocky Mountain National Park. Pard, I tell yuh, it’s all part of the ploy–deception. Go ‘head, they’re sayin’, believe what yuh see–help yurself.
That ol’ liar slewfoot is the father of lies an’ he hasn’t stopped. Why from almost the beginnin’ he spewed forth lies, lies of deception. Ol’ Eve and Adam bit right into it. Help yurself–the devil said, an’ they chewed a bite of that fruit an’ evil with all of its deception came forth, an’ the devil laughed with glee. Pard, one day, an’ the world’s headin’ that way, the people are goin’ to believe the biggest lie of all. Until that day, the devil just says, go ‘head–help yurself. It might start with just a sip of cino, or maybe some weed, after all it won’t hurt yuh; or maybe only a drink at a party. Yep, help yurself.
Pard, right now, I’m gonna help myself to another cup of coffee, and then do some more readin’ in the Bible; helpin’ myself to some of that bread of life. The Lord says, He has a table spread, and calls for us to come and dine–to help ourselves to the things of the Lord, not the things of the world.
Well, Pard, guess I got to preachifyin’ some today, but the coffee was worth it, right? Yuh be comin’ over long as I can afford it. My mercy, have yuh been to the grocery lately? Well, uh, that’s a subject for another Perc. Yuh be havin’ a good week, guard the truth, don’t be gettin’ yurself deceived, and for land’s sake, check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.