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Fence Post Devotionals “The Gospel of John Cowboy Style”

The Gatekeeper

“So Jesus told `em straight out. ‘C’mon, y’all listen up; I’m shootin’ straight with ya. I am the gate to the sheep’”—John 10:7 (“The Gospel of John Cowboy Style”).

My father and a couple of other guys were hauling some cattle to our home place that he had purchased in an auction from the local sale barn. His plan was to unload the cattle into the corral to examine them before letting them loose into the pasture. Because I was the youngest (about 10 at the time) I was selected to hold the gate open while they unloaded and pushed the cattle into the corral.

At first, it was working great and I might add that  I was doing a really good job. The cattle were stumbling off the back of the trailer and the men were Continue reading “Fence Post Devotionals “The Gospel of John Cowboy Style””

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Fence Post Devotionals “The Gospel of John Cowboy Style

The Shepherd’s Voice

“And when he’s gathered up all his own sheep, he walks ahead of them and they follow him ‘cause they know his voice. The sheep won’t follow a stranger. No-sir-ee, they will all run off from him ‘cause they don’t know his voice” John 10:4-5 (“The Gospel of John Cowboy Style”).

A number of years ago, I took a summer job with a dairy farmer to help pay some` expenses incurred while attending seminary. First day on the job, the dairy farmer introduced me, by name, to all 98-head of Holstein milk cows. They all looked remarkably the same to me. But after milking them for a while, not only did they start looking different, each, I discovered had her own unique personality.  Actually, I changed their names to match the personalities of the church members where I was serving as pastor.

Each evening at milking-time, the owner would call out to the grazing cows, and they would make their way to the milk barn. No problem! He would call and they would come. They knew his voice.

About mid-way through the summer, the dairy farmer and his family took a week-end vacation and left the milking operation to me. That first day, when it was time for the evening milking, I cupped my hands around my mouth and called out to the cattle just like Glen, the dairy farmer did. A few began to meander toward the barn, but most stood stock-still and just looked at me. I was a stranger and they did not recognize my voice!

I finally had to saddle a horse, ride down to the pasture and push the milk cows to the barn. I repeated the same procedure every day until their owner returned. He called; they came! Why? Because they knew his voice!!

You see, that is what Jesus is saying. Those who belong to Jesus know His voice and they will follow Him.

Jesus said, “My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me. And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand” (John 10:27-28).

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Comparing the Church to an Old-Fashioned Branding

When I think of a local functioning church, I imagine an old-fashioned branding. At a branding, everyone has a job to do. There are no by-standers; no observers–everyone has an assigned task to do:

  •      Someone tends the gate
  •      Another rounds-up the calves
  •      One does the roping
  •      A person attends the fire
  •      There is one who heats the irons
  •      Someone holds the calf (That was usually my job)
  •      While another does the branding

And if some folks remined after jobs were assigned, well they didn’t just stand around. They got involved too, doing everything they could to assist, Continue reading “Comparing the Church to an Old-Fashioned Branding”

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The Real Deal

I carry an 1878 Morgan silver dollar in my pocket. I do it for a couple of reasons. For one, a dear friend gave it to me a number of years ago and told me that every time I reached in my pocket and felt the coin, it would be a reminder that he was praying for me–a pretty good reason.

But there’s another reason. I carry it because it is authentic. It is the real deal. it is the most authentic thing I have that actually identifies me with the cowboy of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. It is the exact currency cowboys carried in their pockets and used to buy, sell and  trade.

You know the old saying, “If only this coin could talk!” I often rub the silver dollar between my thumb and finger and wonder, where all has this coin been? How many pockets, how may hands have handled it? How many Continue reading “The Real Deal”

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He’ll Do to Ride the River With

“He’ll Do To Ride The River With” In the days of the old West, that was the highest compliment one cowboy could give another: “Here is a man you can depend on . . . A fellow you can count on . . . A guy you can trust! . . . A man who has your back!

In fact, when that is said about another, nothing else needs to be said. It speaks of his character, his integrity, his honor.

I’m not sure where that saying came from, but I assume it came from the days of the long trail drives when drovers were pushing cattle to railheads in places like Abilene, Dodge City, Wichita and Cheyenne. It was hard and hazardous work with long hours in the saddle. To survive the cowboys had Continue reading “He’ll Do to Ride the River With”