Thoughts from the Tack Room

My Dad used to tell me, when he saw that I was gittin’ swole up about somethin’, that I better git glad in them same britches that I had on. Back then, I didn’t really pay too much mind to what he was a tellin’ me, cause that was my mad, and I wanted to tote it awhile.

But, even though I didn’t want to, Dad was tellin’ me somethin’ that was fer my own good. It wasn’t some kinda sayin’ that jest come to my Dad; naw, it had been around a good long time before he was born.

Yep, God loves us so much that He put that in the Bible fer us, there in Ephesians 4. God don’t want us totin’ a grudge, and back then I jest thought it was my Dad that didn’t want me to tote no grudge. Grudges get heavy, and they open up the barn door of our heart to let critters in that should not be there. Them critters, demons, cause a whole lot more trouble than what we want, and they cost us a whole lot more than what we can pay. Bitterness, hate, disgustedness, and all kinds of bad stuff comes from us totin’ them grudges around with us, all ’cause we didn’t fergive ’em and git glad in the same britches that we got plumb mad in.

Folks, let’s close that barn door and keep them critters out that ain’t supposed to be there—let’s forgive ’em, and mean it, before nightfall.

This is Pastor Chuck down at 1st Assembly of God here in Diboll, and this is a thought from this ole cowboy’s tack room. Helpin’ Each Other Along the Trail to Eternity.