Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Easter, 2022

 

Purpose

Easter, 2022

That Mule, old Rivers, and Me

By Stephen L. Wilmeth 

 

 

            God is in control, and … the Lord is leading me.

                                                                             ~ Scottie Scheffler, 2022 Master’s winner 

            The most sacred of all celebratory days has graced our world once again. In the Judeo-Christian cultures, it was a shared event. To those of the Jewish faith, it was Passover and the celebration of their liberation from Egyptian slavery. To those of our Christian faith, it was the glory of the resurrection of Jesus Christ and the triumph of good over evil, sin, and death.

            Purpose

            There is a nagging discomfort in trying to understand the world and how scripture applies to all things. It is a lifelong struggle, and, about the time some things seem clear, an event or some interaction will reshuffle how we’d really like to handle it all. Too often, the reaction is not kind or graceful.

Lately, the seeking of like minded brethren has become very important to me. I admit such a relationship and the comparison is a place, a sanctuary of comfort. This modern idea of a safe place isn’t a preferred comparison, but maybe that is what it is. The continuation of confrontation in all forms can be overwhelming. I am weary and I think you are, too.

One of these days I’m a gonna’ climb that mountain …

Romans 5:15 reminds us the God of endurance and of encouragement gives to us the lesson to be like minded to one another according to Jesus Christ. I’ll interpret that to mean the need to always preface where we are coming from isn’t necessary. If we accept those into our midst who understand and believe, there is no need to defend or argue our position.

Walk up there among them clouds …

2 Corinthians 13:11 tells us to rejoice, be perfected and comforted, be of the same mind, live in peace, and our God of love and peace will be with us. In this endless evil and divided chaos around us, we can still find peace among ourselves, those that we are implored to seek out and rely upon.

Where the cotton’s high and the corn’s a growin’ …

Philippians 2:2 instructs us to be mindful of our all-powerful God’s expectations, too. Make my joy full by being like minded, having the same love, being of one accord and of one mind. I believe that sets forth the fact that the world can be set ablaze, and we can still and always rely upon and find solace among ourselves, believers and brethren.

And, there ain’t no fields to plow

Philippians 2:20 offers a harsh reality. If our attention is outward and toward this world only, our sanctuary is all for not. For I have no one else like minded, who will really care about you (us).

The Mule, old Rivers, and Me

The song by that name and narrated by Walter Brennen is the only narrated song of such songs that seems never to get old. It is powerful in symbolism.

I didn’t know that mule or Old Rivers, and I was not a boy that walked behind on that plowed ground, but each is there in our history. The story and the image of the song is a reminder of our western existence. We toil, we reflect, and we realize that someday, sooner or later, we face a similar fate.

Old Rivers was a friend of mine

The foregoing, concluding image is scripturally related. In 1 Peter 3:8, a wonderful reminder is given to us. Finally, be all like minded, compassionate, loving as brothers, tender hearted, and courteous.

My pastor will remind me the message is universal, but it is also singular in assurance. We can only count on certain things and the greater world is not one of them. Our like minded brethren are our safe place, and, together … we should celebrate the victory that is ours in Jesus Christ.

 

Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “There are those of us who were last of the generation that knew or had glimpses of the characters of Old Rivers and that boy. Those were the times of Easter Sunrise Services, Wednesday night prayer meetings, and picnics following the Easter celebration at church. Those were good times, and those were good people. They would have known the response from the greeting offered by brothers and sisters, and would have responded … He is Risen, indeed!”




Readers should note that Mr. Wilmeth has been rock solid in sending me his column every Saturday to be published on Sunday. The delays are not his. They are mine as I work through some current health issues.


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