March 5, 2023
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Cowboys, the emblem of the rugged wild west in the late 1800’s. Ten gallon hat, chaps, a gun and holster, and a fast horse for your saddle, a man’s man. Rugged and tough, not willing to take any guff…always standing up for what’s right, that’s a real cowboy.
Then there was the Rhinestone of Cowboys of the 1980’s, riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo. A smile on his face hid all of his pain. A sparkly jacket to tarnish the image of a real cowboy. The scent of perfume---oh so sweet—hid the smell of tobacco around his cheek.
Now a diamond ring in his ear and maybe bright, red fingernails---oh how the cowboy has tumbled. Riding high in the saddle so masculine and proud. Once a hero, diminished now to sometimes a rodeo clown. Kids don’t know a real cowboy, because there are so very few around.
One day, I wanted to be a man like that cowboy of old. I pulled up my boots and strapped on my spurs. My hat on my head, indeed I looked the part. They brought out my steed breathing fire from his nostrils. Eye to eye did we meet. It was then I realized I was no match for this, the main event. I took off my spurs, pulled off my boots, hung up my saddle and said, “I’m no cowboy. I’ve got nothing to prove.”
They taunted me and called me names. Who’s going to defend me and not put me to shame? About then, a real man’s man, the cowboy of cowboys showed up and said, “Follow Me and I will make you fishers of men.”
No stallion, only a lowly donkey to ride, yet He made history the day He arrived. His name is Jesus and I’ll bet you never saw Him this way….
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