When I think of St. Luke I think of faithfulness.
Monday, October 18, 2021
Sunday, October 17, 2021
Friday, October 15, 2021
Father Jacob
Jake and I had been planning an October hangout since June. To welcome his arrival from Kansas, our Lord blessed us with a fresh blanket of snow. What a gift. Not what were expecting, but we wouldn't have had it any other way.
Fr. Jacob and I go way back to seminary in Denver. In fact, I still remember the first time I met him. You might say he has an impressionable personality. About the only person I can think to compare him to is Matt Dillion. Both hail from Dodge City. And both are a force to be reckoned with. Both seek true justice and both know how to work hard and have fun. I appreciated Jake's friendship and encouragement in school. There was no storm he wouldn't endure to help a guy out. Guess some things never change.
He's no stranger to a butcher shop so we spent quite a bit of time at the trailer trading stories. You can tell a lot about a man by how sharp his knives are. Fr. Jacob's are never dull to say the least.
Part of our mission was to process a cow we hung up for him. In no time we had her steaked out and burgered.
With a little extra time on our hands we decided to go frolic in the snow. We had gotten hit with quite a shot, so we thought it might be a good time to get the cows out of the Black Hills. Getting up the hill to Joe's place is a ride Jake will probably never forget. I was impressed White Horse broke trail as good as she did. Once on the hill though, she took a set of tire chains to get backed up to the chute. After that, the three girls walked right in and we brought them home.
While we were at it, we thought we'd trade some slaughtering tips as well.
After so much fun, a cheers was in store. Thanks for popping the top on this new lucky 7s. Just Ledoux It partner.
Wear that hat with pride Jake. You inspired me back then and you continue to do so today. Few people can weather a storm with a smile the way you do. Keep it up. The Church could use a few more cowboys like Father Jacob Schneider.
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Monday, October 11, 2021
Sunday, October 10, 2021
All In
Is there anything that prevents us from following Jesus with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength? If so, it's time to call Big Iron.
Friday, October 8, 2021
Diggin' Beets
Raising sugar beets runs deep in our family. My great grandparents came over from the Russia/Germany area in the late 1800's and migrated around the US working in the beet fields. In 1942 Grandpa Adam bought a farm south of Worland and started growing his own sugar beets. Four generations later, the legacy continues.
Growing sugar beets in the Big Horn Basin has been around since 1905. But at the turn of the millennium the Worland factory was about to call it quits. So in 2002 the farmers banded together, along with local investors, to buy the factory and form Wyoming Sugar Company. Today, WSC is a 100% grower owned cooperative.
In the early days, digging beets was a chore. Back then, the measure of a man was how many tons of beets you could shovel.
Over the years tractors replaced shovels. A three row digger was the norm in the 60’s and 70's.
In the 80's, six row pullers were the most common and Lungren's would run two in a field.
It was always a family affair: Dad and Uncle Vance.
During the 90's, us cousins would spend every Saturday we could in the beet field. Even the boys from Rawlins would come up.
Clint and I logged plenty of hours picking up loose beets and throwing them in the trucks.
Today the family digs on.
And they're still running two old six rows.
Keep on farmin' in a free world partner.
I'm forever thankful for the farmers who have persevered through thick and thin to help sweeten our lives. The sugar is great, but the flavor they bring to the world is irreplaceable. Little draws a man's heart closer to his Creator than dirt. It's where we came from. If we forget that, we loose touch with reality Himself. Life is a beet field, all we have to do is dig it.
Thursday, October 7, 2021
Tuesday, October 5, 2021
Jesus I Trust in You
Martha and Mary are two dimensions of the one person we call a friend of Christ's.
Monday, October 4, 2021
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Primary Purpose
Husband and wife are like two eyes of one body that contemplate the depths of Heaven.
Saturday, October 2, 2021
Bull Fight
Chuck Tweedy had an ornery bull that had put more than one cowboy on the fence. It was time for it to go to town so he called ol' Fr. Bryce to take care of it. Beings today was the feast of our Guardian Angels, I thought this would be a good opportunity to teach the boys that our angels aren't wimpy. They are here to help us take care of business.
I ain't scared.
Weighting in at about 1750 lbs. I called Dagen Geis to bring in the big guns.
Couldn't have done it without my right hand man Shane. Thought this might make a nice Wyoming postcard for the folks back east.
Just Ranchin.
Courage is not the absence of fear, it's bravery in the face of fear. If there's a job to be done, our Lord has given us a guardian angel to help accomplish it. Mine doesn't get a lot of rest.
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