Sometimes, even when you are tired in body, and everything in your life seems to be going against you, God can lift you up on the mountain and make you want to shout Glory.
Well folks, this one’s going to be short and sweet because I’m right in the middle of reading a book and it’s getting to the good part. I had to force myself to come write even this much because I really want to know what’s going to happen on the next page.
Ok, ok, before you go and make my reservation at the looney bin, no, I am not already blaring Christmas music on the speaker at the office. I am talking about HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL in Texas!
Mark 1:35 “Now in the morning, having risen a long while before daylight, Jesus went out and departed to a solitary place; and there He prayed.” (NKJV)
The word “pioneer” conjures up so many images. You instantly think of things like those who made their way west back in the early days of our country. You can see the visions of covered wagons, trail drives and vast fields of buffalo roaming the prairie. You might also think of the early days of our space program, when brave souls crammed themselves into a rocket and first blasted off into space. You might even think of recent events, where new modes of space travel will soon make it possible for the everyday joe to take a ride up into the heavens. To me, the word pioneer is a word full of hope. Pioneers are people who have stretched the limits and boundaries of normal life and braved new worlds. Those who rode those long, dusty paths on horseback and covered wagon were those who were brave enough to meet the challenges of life in a land that was new to them, and hence pave the way for all of those who came after. I mean, literally pave the way by making roads where there were none, blazing a trail across a country that didn’t even exist then.
