The Yellar Outlaw

I had asked my buddy to write this story and haven’t seen anything yet, so…now he is at the mercy of my faulty memory and artistic license!  Guy has been mentioned in previous stories, nothing bad mind you….just some funny stuff!

As I’ve said in stories before, one of the requirements of where we went to college was to ride two year olds….sometimes an older horse snuck in, but generally it was only two year olds.  There were some folks who brought in a two year old dun mare and a three year old yellar mare.  Now the little dun mare (which I rode) did just fine, never really had any problems with her.  That yellar mare (yeah, that’s right we named her Yellar Mare, no one said we were original when it came to naming horses) was another story; she wasn’t really broncy, just a little twitchy….ok, a lot twitchy!

Gunfight at the 3 Cross Corral

Some stories are just flat out funny….despite the circumstances!  Awhile back the church got broken into and some things were stolen, we had people from a neighborhood behind us cutting across the church property to use the driveway….just some things that were happening.  Well during Sunday School one morning one of the men (who shall remain nameless) told us this little story and I added some artistic license.

The un-named church member had a bad day a work, the traffic was bad coming home….he was not in a good mood.  As he drove by the church, he noticed what appeared to him to be, in the dark, a really tall man standing by the AC unit.  He drove on by and got to thinking about the break-in and such….and all of the sudden it just hit him wrong!  He was mad, here was a church and someone was trying to steal the AC!  So he reached under his seat and grabbed his pistol, turned around and headed back toward the church.  He was not putting up with this anymore….there was a burning righteous anger in his eye!  Ok, it wasn’t a righteous anger, but he was mad!

I Am Just Like Sampson

Not in the killin’ a bunch of Philistines with the jawbone of a donkey, sleepin’ with prostitutes and tearing a lion apart with my bare hands kinda way.  It’s more in subtle than that.  Ride down this trail with me and I will get you there....

In Judges 14:2, Samson says to his parents,” I saw a hot Philistine woman in Timnah: now you go git her for me as my wife.” (Paraphrased, of course!)

Pretty arrogant, huh!?!  When I studied that verse, my first thought was….what a punk!  Com’on, what right does this punk have to make demands on his parents?  This is one of my pet peeves in the world today.  The only demands kids should have are a safe, loving home.  What kid needs a $200 pair of tennis shoes or an Ipad or their every whim supplied?

That said, my kids both have a cell phone and way more stuff than I did growing up.  BUT, they understand it can go away in an instant.  Everything we have can go away in an instant.  We are not promised comfort here on this earth; in fact the only thing that we are promised (if we belong to Christ) is that if the world hated HIM, it would hate us also!

Back to Samson, in Judges 14:3-4.  When his parents suggested some local girls, of his race, he said, “Git her for me.  She’s the one who lights my fire.”  (Again, paraphrased)