MONDAY MORNING MOMENTS September 08, 1997 Vol. II Number 33
I was reading recently about the old west and how the great western cattle ranchers would tame the horses.
Sometimes they would take a little burro and harness it to a wild steed. Bucking and ragging, convulsing like drunken sailors, the two would be turned loose like Laurel and Hardy to proceed out onto the desert range. They could be seen disappearing over the horizon, the great steed dragging that little burro along and throwing him about like a bag of cram puffs. They might be gone for days, but eventually they would come back. The little burro would be seen first, trotting back across the horizon, leading the submissive steed in tow. Somewhere out there on the rim of the world, that steed would become exhausted from trying to get rid of the burro, and in that moment, the burro would take mastery and become the leader.
And that’s the way it is with the kingdom and its heroes, isn’t it? The battle goes to the determined, not to the outraged; to the committed, not to those who are merely dramatic.
“Look at the Nations and watch - and be UTTERLY AMAZED. for I am going to do something in YOUR days that you would not believe even if you were told” Habakkuk 1:5
