Have a seat. The coffee might be a bit stale, but I’m going to have some anyway. Would you care to risk trying some?”
–C.J. Petit (Chance)
Glad yuh made it this mornin’, Pard. I was a-fearin’ that the goblins might have gotten to yuh like that little orphan girl feared. Yep, there are plenty of them things out there on the highways and byways. Didn’t use to see ’em much, but now yuh can’t seem to go any place without seein’ some sort of wickedness. Why just look at the faces and eyes of some of them politicians–pure evil. May not be a goblin, but close to it, an ogre maybe. Pard, yuh just stay watchful and don’t be frettin’, the worse ones are still locked in the abyss.
What’s that? Nah, this is good coffee. Fresh, I wouldn’t serve my guest stale coffee, but I’ve sure have tasted some in my lifetime. I will say this, stale coffee beats no coffee. An’ the campfire–why that coffee’ll sit there for the day an’ if’n there’s still plenty in the pot, most likely it will be there at mornin’ light.
Go ‘head, swaller it up while I do some spoutin’. I saw where a woman was complain’ about not gettin’ her welfare. She was wonderin’ how she was goin’ to feed her seven kids. Now, there’s several issues with this. Unless she’s a cripple, she needs to be workin’. And while it wasn’t missin’ I’ll ask where was her husband? Hmmm, how many has she had? Do the kids have the same father? Meddlin’? Who me? Nope, just statin’ the facts the way they are. See the problem isn’t necessarily her lack of character, but the root problem is sin. That ol’ statistical giant, Barna wrote recently that fifty percent of American no longer see “traditional” sins as wrong. Listen, Pard, an’ don’t be snortin’ out any of that coffee–73% see drunkenness, gambling, and premarital sex as morally acceptable. Yuh see the problem? Man is wantin’ to redefine sin. Barna says that this has led to “decades of social turbulence and spiritual confusion.”
No, the problems won’t go away, but they can be dealt with if’n we had morally upright people. People, who maybe don’t consistently practice it, but understand the difference between right an’ wrong. Pard, man can say what he wants, he can go about redefinin’ right and wrong, but that don’t change the truth of God’s Word! Hatred, bitterness, foolishness, why they can be taken care of if’n folks would just turn to the Lord. He is the solution to their hungry hearts.
Oh, the government shutdown? Pard, let me tell yuh I have just one thing to say to those boot-lickin’ lackies in Washington, those liberal, left-wing goblins. Yuh ready? Ptui!! with double exclamation marks! That’s why I’m tellin’ yuh be ridin’ wary. Be a man, set apart for the Lord and walk in the light of His Word. If’n for some reason yuh didn’t check yur cinch an’ yuh fall from yur saddle, get yurself back up, recinch and mount up. The ride ain’t over until yuh get called on to glory an’ it’d be a shame if yur obituary said he died ’cause he forgot to check his cinch, or that he wasn’t totin’ his gun, or that his Bible was dusty.
Vaya con Dios.