Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?

Theodore Roosevelt and the Rough Riders. Clint Eastwood. John Wayne. THE DUKE! Even Roy Rogers. Where have all the cowboys gone? Where have the people who are going to do what they say, who have integrity and are going to fight for what they know is right? I must admit to you, I am not always this person. I strive to be. But I am no cowboy. I Wish! I have been "asked" to do a sermon on passion for a gathering of students. This sermon makes me think of cowboys. Whether or not you are a cowboy person or indians kind of person, you must admit...cowboys have passion...a lot of passion! I wonder where they have gone? Where have men in general gone? I heard an amazing quote by Mark Driscoll in his new book, "Porn-Again Christian-a frank discussion on pornography and masturbation". This is what he says. "My desire as a Christian pastor is to see churches raised up as communities of grace ruled by Jesus and led by his gloriously masculine men who work their jobs, eat their meat, drink their beer, romance their wives, study their Bible, and raise their kids in glory and joy (Jer. 29:4–7; Eccl. 9:7–10)." Amen! Now let us be frank. All guys struggle with lust in some aspect. You show me the guy that has never ever struggled with lust in one way or another, I show you a liar. But is it a good question to pose? Where have the good guys, "the cowboys" gone? They are among us. Taking in Scripture, doing what is right no matter what. Showing the world how to live and lead. My friend CRW is the perfect example. He is a cowboy. A cowboy I love. A cowboy I respect and look up to. They are all around, and people who ask this question, just need to look around them. Asking this question, I think is an excuse not to find one. Where have the good guys gone? Wake up. They are here. I am not proclaiming in arrogance to be one, but I know they are here because I am friends with them. Stop asking that question and do something about it if you are really that concerned. The cowboys are here, shooting and forcing evil to shake in its damned (this is not frivolous cursing, but stating what this evil is exactly...damned) boots. BANG BANG! It's not too much to ask for one, but it is too much to ask where they are. I love cowboys. Oh, and since you asked...I am right here.

Love Eachother, Be Cool. Don't prove me wrong...Be A Cowboy!

PIM