He went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee from the pot always handy at the back of the stove, and rummaged around for a piece of pie and stood stooped over the kitchen table while he ate.”
–Ernest Haycox (Saddle and Ride)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. I heard yur step comin’ up the walk. Since Thanksgivin’ it’s not so light as it used to be. Pard, the pot is on, the day is before us and the Lord shore is good to us. Plus the fact that the missus made a fantabulicious rhubarb pie yesterday. Been ages since I had one of those, and mmmm, mmmm, it was good. We’ve refused to buy rhubarb, why it was all around us when the two of us were growin’ up. Folks never thought of goin’ to the grocery to buy rhubarb. Wishin’ I had a patch of it. Funny, a pie brinin’ back memories. But then that’s part of the purpose of sittin’ down at the kitchen table, havin’ a piece of pie with a good cup of coffee an’ rememberin’.
Don’t want to make yur bile rise whilst yur drinkin’, but more and more I see the words that Paul wrote bein’ fulfilled. “Claimin’ to be wise, they became fools.” Jist listen to some of the words that spill out of their mouths. Plain foolishness. The mayor of Chicago, is there anythin’ in his noggin’? Then we have the newly elected Muslim in New York–crazy that he would be elected after 9/11, an’ on top of that he is a crazy man with insane ideas. Woe, is the word that comes to my mind.
Speakin’ of the folks in New York forgettin’ 9/11 so soon, yuh need to be rememberin’ tomorrow. Yep, Pearl Harbor day. Sunday mornin’ back in 1941, that dastardly deed was done that would send this country to war causin’ the bloodshed of thousands of American men. Pard, it makes me wonder if we don’t appreciate this country enough. The Lord has shore blessed us, and now we see people doin’ things totally contrary to His Word. I also wonder what the veterans of Afghanistan and Iraq think of a Muslim mayor in of all places New York City.
But Pard, tis the season to be jolly. Reckon I am in my own way. Try to keep the joy, joy, joy down in my heart. Try to always be thankful. I know, that I’m in good hands for He is a good Father. Yuh be rememberin’ that when yuh take a sip of coffee, or eggnog this season. Yuh be remembrin’ the Light that led the wise men to the Babe. Yuh be rememberin’ that the Lord Jesus came as a baby to become the great sacrifice for our sins. What a reason for the joy, what a reason for the season!
Don’t be lettin’ the hustle an’ bustle make yuh forget that reason. Keep the proper focus so’s yuh don’t forget to check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.