We travel a lot better with a little coffee and bacon.”
–Lou Bradshaw (Hell’s Gates)
Don’t be a-worryin’, Pard, I’ve a full thermos of coffee, and if’n I’m needin’ more there’s plenty of way stations along the way. It’s not like it used to be when I would stop alongside the road to make a cup or two. Headin’ back home, but have a couple of thoughts to share before mountin’ the ol’l steel strawberry roan.
Pard, the aroma of coffee perkin’ is grand, but think of what kind of aroma yuh give off. Some folk carry around on them the odor of a skunk, whooee, that’s something that’s hard to rid off. Some delicate ones carry the fragrance of a rose while there are others with the smell that comes from a workin’ person. Most importantly, there is the smell of the Holy Spirit in our lives that goes up before the Father as a sweet scent. Ol’ Paul said it this way:
“Now thanks be to God who always lead us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.” –2 Corinthians 2:14, NKJV
A couple more thoughts before sayin’ adios and hittin’ the trail. First, those in this country who want Sharia law would be breakin’ the 1st Amendment. See, Muslims do not believe in separation of church and state; to them they are one in the same. Religion and politics are not separate so don’t be foolin’ yurself with their blather.
And ponder this, the left–the Marxists–are complainin’ ’bout the illegal migrants leavnin’ and no one to do the menial jobs. Ponder that for a moment…listen to what they’re a-sayin’. Isn’t that slave mentality? Isn’t that sayin’ they’re nothin’ but peons? Put some of the deadbeats to work. Get them off their duffs and make them give something back to society instead of just takin’. Put in those hands that are outstretched for their government checks and food stamps, a shovel or hoe, or something they can use, perhaps a computer.
Pard, there’s plenty of work to be did, sometimes a person just has to be persuaded to get it done. And I refer back to Paul again, you don’t work, you don’t eat.
Be seein’ yuh down the road. Yuh hang on tight to the reins, be wary of the road in front of you.
Vaya con Dios.