Our Old Enemy the Weather knows no shame. One moment it's warm and balmy, like Spring, the next? An icy wind cuts across flash frozen Texan tundra, it's like the Day After Tomorrow but this isn't New York, no, it's the Lone Star State.
Regardless, the ferocity of the elements didn't stop me driving out into the windswept steppe to bring the Sacrament to a sick churchman. I rolled up to his ranch and there he was, resting up. "Father," he asked, "can you get the dogs in, please?"
"Sure," I replied, and called them in, bounding joyfully into the house, big sticks in their happy canine mouths. But they weren't sticks, they were deer bones, I should've looked closer before I noticed the smell. "Padre," exclaimed the rodeo star invalid, "Tucker's got a big ass bone in his mouth." So he did, and so did Lucy.
"Get those dam things and throw 'em out back. And wash your hands," which is exactly what I did, before administering Holy Communion. "Get better, man, we need you back at the Altar."
I file this exciting tale under Country Life in Texas and Climate Change.
God Bless,
LSP
11 comments:
Guess we need to pay more climate tax, or whatever they call it, Parson.
No snow here in Central Louisiana; but plenty of wind all day.
Bless you for going out in such weather! Glad that God kept you safe.
You all stay warm and God bless!
Thanks, Linda. It's freezing here but no snow, though it feels like it. Thanks a lot, Global "Warming."
Bless you.
Duty calls, and you answer which is only proper. When I think of Texas, I think of miles and miles of miles. Crossing the LA state line and seeing Mile Marker 880 will do that.
Thank God you had a heated vehicle to get there.
I don't care for the cold.
Good man that LSP is though. If only we had a trillion more of ya, we could fix this darn thing.
I've seen parts of the Panhandle out around Pampa, Perryton, Canadian, etc., look a lot like that "Texas street scene" this time of year.
It's not small, WSF. I remember driving my boys from Calgary to Dallas and that moment when you cross the line into the panhandle and know there's hours more. They were dismayed as we drove through these obliterated little towns, "Dad, is it like this where you live?" worry writ large in their young faces, "No, sons, it's not."
Ed, we must definitely thank God for his many blessings.
Thanks, Kid, I appreciate that.
"fix this darn thing" -- we're clearly unable, but let's not underestimate the explosive power of God's grace. Seriously.
And WSF -- I think you'd like the man I visited. His dad used to ride the rails from Montana to TTexas to cowboy in the '30s, he was a character, and my friend was a serious athlete, int. bronc champ for a few years running in the '80s. Maybe that took a physical toll? PRA people now, obvs. Anyway, you get the picture.
Wild, brrrrr....
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