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Weekly Devotion: A Cowboy’s Life
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"When I got there, they had me park my old truck in the corral," Joe began. "You mean the parking lot," interrupted Charlie, a worldly fellow. "I walked up the trail to the door," Joe continued. "The sidewalk to the door," Charlie corrected him. "Inside the door, I was met by this dude," Joe went on.

"That would be the usher," Charlie explained. "Well, the usher led me down the chute," Joe said. "You mean the aisle," Charlie said. "Then, he led me to a stall and told me to sit there," Joe continued. "Pew," Charlie retorted. "Yeah," recalled Joe. "That’s what that pretty lady said when I sat down beside her."

I don’t even pretend to know the whole life of a cowboy even though I grew up in that world. From the first church I pastored to today, I’ve have had the privilege of ministering to cowboys. They are an interesting breed.

The first church I served as pastor I got acquainted with a cowboy named Joe. He wasn’t part of the church, but his wife and kids were. His wife had asked if I would visit with him, so I made the decision to drop in on him. I showed up at Joe’s in the afternoon and found myself sitting behind the tack shed reasoning with him about his soul. He set across from me smoking his cigarette and explained to me that is was okay for his wife and kids to go to church but that he didn’t see any need in his attending.

Joe had somehow impacted my life and I found myself praying for him all the time. Several months had gone by and then one day I received a call from him. He asked if I would drop by for a visit and so I did! Joe shared with me how that while he was pushing cattle, God began to deal with him and he found himself praying for God’s salvation. Right there sitting on his horse in the middle of the grasslands, Joe came to know Christ as his Savior. He then asked me one of the most amazing and honoring questions. He asked if he could call me his “little brother.”

Of course, I said yes!

This weekend, we will be celebrating “Western Days”. We would love to see you there.


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