Rodeo

We’ve been away this past week. Out of cell range, mostly. Only satellite radio, heard under the stars, tells us the latest. We’ve crossed miles and miles and miles on foot, distanced from the hubbub, out in open country, where I

can think about things.

Dodge the rodeo back home.

You know, all that political mutton-busting:

those foisted ideas,
bred in captivity,

riding heavy on my wooly brain.

So I slip the gate and
cross to broad lands,

Where I remember to
hear my heart,
speak my mind,

choose Truth,
fear not.

Still captive, but

Only to freedom.

Only for Love.

The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

—2 Corinthians 10:4-5 NIV

The world is unprincipled. It’s dog-eat-dog out there! The world doesn’t fight fair. But we don’t live or fight our battles that way—never have and never will. The tools of our trade aren’t for marketing or manipulation, but they are for . . . fitting every loose thought and emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ.

—2 Corinthians 10:3-6 excerpts MSG

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And shifting gears . . .The WINNER of this week’s GIVEAWAY, celebrating 20 years of THE VIEW FROM GOOSE RIDGE, is NONA BOUDREAUX! Congratulations, Nona! Please send me your mailing address and I’ll get a copy right off to you.