If you haven't been too busy reading the excellent Malochio of Bodie, you may have noticed that today's Gospel was the Road to Emmaus. Here we find the risen Christ progressively revealing Himself to Cleopas and his companion as they walk away from the heavenly city, Jerusalem.
He does so through Word and Sacrament. But note this, the turning point in the Gospel and the disciples' journey of recognition occurs when they near their destination and constrain Jesus to stay with them and eat. Then, in the confection of the Eucharist, the scales fall from the the disciples' eyes and they see Christ for who He is; the Word who has expounded the word becomes Flesh.
So with us. If we're to recognize the risen Lord we have to open our hearts to Him in faith and then the guest becomes the host, serving us the word of of truth and salvation and the bread of everlasting life.
To be fair, I didn't do this remarkably powerful Gospel justice but the people seemed to like the message.
"Good sermon, padre," said one cowboy as we sat in his ranch office after Mass. "Thanks, chief, I appreciate it," I replied, looking at an old saddle that was stood up next to a holstered 30-30. "That's a relay saddle," explained my friend, whose father had ridden the rails from Montana to Texas in the '30s to cowboy. Then, as we left the HQ, he pointed out another saddle with hooded stirrups, or Tapederos.
I picked up handful of scarred leather, "The guy I ride with out of Aquilla uses these."
"Makes sense when you're moving through mesquite and brush."
"Right, like chaps," I observed, thoughtfully, "Not to be confused with the kind of chaps you might find in, say, Oak Lawn, Dallas."
My colleague, who's forgotten more horsemanship than I'll ever know, snorted, "Ain't that the truth," and we climbed into the Gator and got back on the road.
I file this edifying tale under God, Guns, Church and Country Life in Texas. And you know what, there's nothing wrong with that, at all.
Ride on,
LSP
4 comments:
Well, thank you kindly for that link back, LSP. :)
There are chaps and there are chaps...
I've got a similar Texas patch on the way, that includes a not-so-subdued blue line across it. It might be an optimistic generalization, but I think most true-blue Texans trust and respect our peace officers, compared to other parts of the country and their population centers.
That's a very good point, Jules. The Oak Lawn chap is quite different than its Dallas, ahem, equivalent.
And well done on the book!
I think you're right, Mattexian. Good call.
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