Well, in our
neck of the woods we hit over 50 going towards 57 thus far but the wind
definitely makes it feel a whole lot colder.
Sitting here, watching the trees dance in the wind makes me thankful I
don’t have to be out there in it.
But do
appreciate all those who go about their duties despite adverse weather.
Snow is
starting to make haste as it melts away quickly; we are starting to see much
more brown of the ground rather than white from the snow in Carla’s garden.
Watching a
program on Leadville, Colorado’s “Skijoring” – at about 10,000 feet in
elevation. Cowboys on horseback are
pulling skiers with ropes over snow ramps, through gates and collecting rings
with their arms as the horse runs at a gallop down the middle of the road for
almost 900 feet.
They are
traveling at about 30+ mph (fastest recorded for this program, by a radar gun
was 38 mph) with the horse and the skiers, going back and forth in back to hit
the ramps, is doing at least half to three quarters again as much – all are
having a lot of fun.
One
competitor says following the horse is like having snow balls thrown at you by
the crowd as the horse kicks up snow behind them, hitting you in the face and
body. Lots of broken goggles in this
event.
They actually
truck in the snow for the course, it is funny looking at the side streets which
are bare pavement at that time of year and altitude, but it is an extremely dry
climate.
And there is
a purse worth several thousand dollars.
After the run
several competitors put frozen oxygen in a feed bag for the horse so they breath
in more oxygen as it melts and can recover quicker – then they walk them to cool
them down.
The event
this year is the first weekend in March.
It would be a fun happening to go to – and I guess they have about 3000
or so spectators who do.
Hhhmm, maybe
next year?
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“There
have been many Christian martyrs, of course, who have actually been slain—some
even crucified—for the sake of Christ and the gospel. For most, however, bearing
the cross means dying to self and one’s personal desires in order to live
unreservedly for the Lord and His mission.”
Days of Praise
Luke
14:27 And
whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my
disciple.
The cross was
the symbol of Christ’s sacrifice, His death.
While we may be forced to endure such an ending, most of us will live our
lives, have difficulties, troubles and trials and eventually die a non-violent
death.
As Christians
we don’t have a fear of death, we know what happens after it, and while it may
be difficult in its coming we know once it happens we will forever be with
Jesus.
What is most
difficult is actually living FOR Jesus and carrying our cross through life. That cross symbolizes our dedication to our
service for Him; it means casting aside everything else and focusing on our
service to Him.
For some it
is a full-time service as a minister, teacher of Biblical principles, missionary
or a combination of all three. For
larger churches that full-time service receives an enumeration so the servant
doesn’t have to earn a living doing other things.
For some it
is full-time service, but augmented by a job somewhere to pay the bills.
For most of
us it is service in our church, our family, our neighborhood and our
community. While it may not be full-time
we recognize our mission is to promote the Gospel in our lives.
Sometimes our
secular job is our service mission, Christian mothers who stay at home, doctors,
nurses, police officers and other service oriented professions are often
considered by us to be the cross we carry in following Christ.
Our cross
changes through the years, health and abilities decline somewhat and what may
have been possible at 25 years of age is only a memory at 75. But none the less, God always has a place for
us to serve.
We but have
to ask Him and do what He commands us to do.
Our cross is
whatever God has laid upon our hearts to serve Him. It is not to be compared with others’
responsibilities; it is to be done to the very best of our abilities.
Later, Art
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