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THE YOUNG COWBOY There was a young cowboy who grew up on a small family ranch in western Kansas. He left home and landed a job on a big horse ranch with a fancy barn and lush pastures near Dallas. His new job wasn't much different from the family ranch except everything was newer, bigger, fancier and it had high dollar horses. He had to exercise the horses, feed them, groom them, muck out the stalls, clean the paddoc and alley. His day off was Monday. Now this young cowboy was raised in a Christian home, he read his Bible and prayed every day. He never missed attending church. His new boss said if he got his chores done he could take a break to go to the church next to the ranch. On his first sunday this young cowboy came to work 2 hours earily. He finished his chores at 10:30 and headed next door. He tried to kick the mud and muck off of his boots and pants without much success. He didn't think much about it because he his father bad run late back at the family ranch in Kansas and they went directly to church muck and all. This church was right next to the ranch and it was pretty fancy with a lot of high dollar cars and no pickup trucks. This cowboy was a little late when he walked into the back doors of the church he looked like a brush popper. Now the preacher was at the pulpit in his 3 piece suit. He spotted this young hat in hand cowboy walk in the back doors. The preacher stopped talking for a few seconds until the cowboy sat down. After church was over the Pastor made his way to the young cowboy and talked with him while everyone left the building. When they were alone the preacher said I'm glad you are here but do you think that this is the way you should dress to come to this church? The young cowboy was hurt and didn't know what to say. The preacher told the cowboy he needed to go home and pray and ask God what he should wear to come to this church. The cowboy said ok, I pray every day. Next Sunday the young cowboy did the same thing. He finished his chores about the same time and he had mud and muck on his boots and pants. This time he tried to rinse himself with a garden hose. Sure enough when he walked into that fancy church the pastor paused and frowned at him. After church the pastor asked the cowboy to wait. Sure enough the pastor said I thought I told you to pray and ask God what you should wear to come to this church. The young cowboy emphatically said I did. The pastor then asked " And what did God tell you "? The young cowboy said " When God answered me, God said he didn't know what to wear to come to this church because he has never been invited in here ". With that the cowboy walked away and never came back. The young cowboy found a little country church about 5 miles away with pickup trucks. The moral of the story is " Find a Bible based, God fearing, people loving and non judgmental church. Cowboys/Cowgirls Why do we judge people by how they look? Leave that to JESUS ???? You Can Change Lives If You Are Bold Enough And Brave Enough To Say to someone, "JESUS LOVES YOU AND SO DO I, --Will You Go To Church With Me This Sunday" ???? And it gets easier every time you say it. As this old cowboy always says. Stay safe in the saddle, (means founded in Christ) And out of the wire, (means resist Satan's traps). Cowboy Pastor Dan Boyd
They ran to the groceries, they filled up their carts, They emptied the Tops and Price Chopper and Walmart, They panicked and fought and then panicked some more, Then they rushed to their homes and they locked all the doors. The food will be gone! The milk eggs and cheese! The yogurt! The apples! The green beans and peas! The stores have run out, now what will we do? They’ll be starving and looting and nothing to do!
Then they paused, and they listened a moment or two. And they did hear a sound, rising over the fear, It started out far, then began to grow near.
But this sound wasn’t sad, nor was it new, The farms were still doing what farms always do.
The food was still coming, though they’d emptied the shelves, The farms kept it coming, though they struggled themselves,
Though the cities had forgotten from where their food came, The farms made them food every day, just the same. Through weather and critics and markets that fall, The farms kept on farming in spite of it all.
They farmed without thank yous. They farmed without praise. They farmed on the hottest and coldest of days.
They’d bought all the food, yet the next day came more, And the people thought of something they hadn’t before. Maybe food, they thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe farmers, perhaps, mean a little bit more.
*Borrowed from a fellow farmer *
Thank you, Julia!
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