Sunday, Sunday can't beat that day

I remember a Sunday many years ago about 40 or so to be close. It was a cold wintry day and

about 4:00 in the afternoon my older brother Erwin went down to the barn and haltered up our

horse, King. He then hooked him up to the old stone boat that had a layer of frozen manure all

over it from cleaning the barn. He grabbed a couple of fresh hay bales and set them on the

stone boat for shelter, he then came up to the house where our mom had me all bundled up for

the trip and we headed across the field to Uncle Jake, Aunt Lucy's and our cousins place to watch

the Walt Disney show on their TV, as we didn't have one yet. The ride there and back was what

I really remember, the way old king pulled us through and over all that snow, with his big

hooves punching through the crusty snow. His face was all covered in frost and ice but he didn't

seem to mind he just knew that it was what he was supposed to do. And when we got back home

later Erwin unhooked King and put him back in the warm barn with the cows and the other farm

animals. That's kind of the way life still is for most of us here on the prairies, we need to get

our transportation ready, then bundle up, head out get to where we are going, do what needs to

be done and get back home where it's warm. Sometimes we as Christians forget we have a job

with a huge responsibility, that is to never stop living, sharing and letting our lives draw those

that are lost to a life with Jesus. One million people commit their lives to Jesus per week right

now and 75% of all Christians have become believers in the last five years. In reality our jobs

are just our hobbies, our full time occupation should be doing the work of Christ as we live out

our daily lives. But fear seems to shut down what we have been taught on Sundays and we

become just like everyone else and that's not what Jesus wants. I don't believe it's what those

that are searching expect to see in us either.

Have a great night and a good day tomorrow! Read Romans 8:35-39

That's who we are,

Harold and Diane