I think I was born in the wrong era. Too many parts of this era seem out of place to me. Thoughts of how things used to be before I even knew what used to be give me cause to stop and ponder.
What would it have been like to be a circuit riding preacher? Riding a beautiful horse from town to town ready to bring the powerful message of the Lord to a church eager to hear the word must have been a thrilling experience. Today I got a little taste of how things used to be. First I had a visit with an inspiring man who has been dramatically transformed by the gospel of Christ. For two and a half hours we shared together and celebrated what God was doing in his life and what God has in store for Hardee County. A little after 5:00 p.m. I picked up my family, and we went riding - horseback riding.
I don't know when the dream started, but I know when it became real. Today around 6:00 p.m. I've always wanted to ride a horse - really ride a horse. I'm not talking about the "go stay at Fort Wilderness and ride around the trail that the horses have been on a million times" kind of riding a horse. I'm talking about really riding a horse. Today was the day. A real live cowgirl showed a preacher boy the basics, and the rest is history. To add to the fun I got to ride with my princess on a horse by my side. Seeing Caroline on that horse made me smile. David rode some. Maybe he will become more accustomed to it as years go by. I'm wondering if it would seem odd to ride a horse to work everyday in 2012. I think I would like that better than a truck any day. Like I said, I think I was born in the wrong era.
It's not just horses. I also think peanuts in your coke is the cool way to drink. Girls with high collars and long dresses are still the most attractive. Guys need to pull up their pants. Back seats are made for letting the kids sleep while traveling on a long vacation. Mayberry would be a great place to live. J.R. probably deserved to get shot. Matt Dillon should have married Miss Kitty. The Bible is still the Best Book of all time. Marriage matters. Children should respect their parents, and parents should be the boss of the home. Afghans and coffee make great partners to a good book and a recliner. Circuit riding preachers are real men.
I was called to be a preacher. Maybe just in the wrong era. I suppose the Lord knows best, though, so I will just keep on moving ahead - one gallup at a time.