It's FREEZING

It wasn't easy driving to the Open Range Cowboy Church men's breakfast this morning. That's because this part of Texas is now a frozen tundra. 

Look, A Leering Liar

Seriously, it's freezing, the heat's on in the house and everyone's wearing fleeces and down vests. May in Texas, go figure. You'd think, wouldn't you, that the sheer volume of hot, stinking  air coming out  Lyin' Comey, Congress, globalist NWO RINOS and their agitprop shills in the media would warm the atmos rather than chill it, but no.

The Russians Did It

Regardless, this rarely read mind blog isn't about the devolution of civil discourse and politics in what passes for Western Civ at this point in time, no, it's about the weather. And I tell you, it's FREEZING, for Texas.

Cozy Compound

The fires are lit here at the Compound and the team's about to sit down for a warming bowl of chili and cornbread.We will survive this freeze and emerge from the igloo strengthened in spirit. Seeing Goofy Lyin' Comey in jail won't hurt either.

Snowmobiles Forever,

LSP

It's Dark and Stormy, on the Edge of Time

Driving on the Edge, on the Edge of Time

Lightning, rain, darkness. Just another typical day on the edge of time, except for thunder, which was weirdly missing. One cup of hot tea later and the power went down, which meant shaving by flashlight before climbing into a storm-tossed rig to the eerie cries of terrified peacocks and the forlorn howling of Blue Raskolnikov. 

The Wire

Thirty minutes of apocalyptic driving later I reached my objective, the Cowboy Church's men's prayer breakfast. And I was glad I went, because the cowboys are alright and you always, in my experience, get a good "message." This morning's was on forgiveness; don't hold bitterness, anger and resentment in your heart or it'll chew you up and spit you out. The Gospel's pretty emphatic on that theme.

A Typical Day in Wales

It was light by the time breakfast was over, and I looked out across the wire at rain-soaked Texas. It was like Wales, in August.

Be safe,

LSP

Fire On The Mountain

One of the things some local Baptists do well here is a men's prayer breakfast. They meet every Friday and they're a good, straight-up group of guys who like to ride, shoot and fish and aren't ashamed of their faith.

I like to go for the prayer and fellowship and to hear a short, simple but direct message. Today's was on Elijah and the prophets of Baal in 1 Kings. Elijah called down fire from heaven and confounded the evil prophets of an evil god. These met a grisly end, which serves as a warning to the idolatry of our dark and increasingly barbarous age. So be filled with the fire of God that is the fire of love, and repent.

Texas This Morning. Note Water

My mind went back from that to Exodus, the burning bush and the Divine Name, I AM THAT AM, or, in the Septuagint, He Who Is, and then forward in time to Pentecost and the tongues of fire that rested upon the Apostles.

No Comment

Some say that the episcopal mitre represents this fire. Others again point to the awkward bit in the Gospel about wolves in sheep's clothing, to say nothing of the demon Baal and its false prophets.

Make of that what you will.

LSP

Texas Rising

I like to go to a men's prayer breakfast on Fridays. Scrambled egg, sausage, biscuits and gravy, coffee, and a simple message.

Good, straightforward, friendly guys. How many are armed? I won't answer that question, but let's just say that Geraldo wasn't there.

God bless,

LSP

The Government is Your Friend

I heard an interesting thing at the ecumenical men's prayer breakfast this morning. The pastor who gave the message, which was good, said at one point that we die when we've reached the right level of spiritual achievement, or maturity. "I don't want to have to live to be 100 to get there!" he said jokingly.

He was implying that God takes us to Himself when the time is right, and I questioned him about this. "What about the 18 year old Confederate soldier who dies at Gettysburg. Did God kill him, or did Satan, in the form of a Yankee?" Or more seriously, "When a baby is killed in the womb, is its life ended because it's reached the level of spiritual development that God intends for that child?"

But let's not be too quick to judge. Death is a catastrophe and against God's will, but it's overseen by Providence and, ultimately, redeemed by the sacrificial death of Christ. With that in mind, I can think of several, perhaps many, who seem to have died at the right time.

Does that sound somehow gloomy and morbid? Well, consider this popular opinion, Viz. The Government is your friend.

No. It's not.

LSP