The Killer of Cowboys

by Kevin on April 22, 2011

I stood there and stared at my check book. I thought about all the long hours I had put in horseback. I had worked every single day that month without one single day off. I took out a piece of paper and figured it up that I had averaged making seventy cents per hour. Once all the bills were paid, I literally had four cents for every hour that I had worked.

The money I had left over at the end of the month wouldn’t have bought me a new rope.

After years of this financial state, I finally decided to leave the life of a cowboy and go out into the world so I could earn some real money. I didn’t want to live on less than twenty dollars a month anymore. I didn’t want to have to sit at the ranch because I didn’t have any money for gas. Ironically, one of the reasons I didn’t have any money was because of that big truck payment I had to make every month.

I was going to go out into the world and try to be a millionaire. They say that money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy a new rope.

This line of thinking has been the death of many a great cowboy. Out there on the ranch, plyin’ his trade with his hands and his horse. He gets up every morning to the sound of blue quail instead of passing cars. There are no honking cars on his commute to work, but rather the creak of saddle leather as he makes his way out to his office.

The board meeting is held in a run down set of corrals with a hundred head of mama cows and their offspring. Closing that big deal is when you get to watch all those offspring wearing the outfit’s brand. The conference call is a handshake at the feed store. The sun sliding down past the horizon is what it means for a cowboy to clock out.

But I pushed all that glory aside. I was blinded to these blessings by a piece of paper with pictures of dead politicians. I looked to these men to give me what I thought I wanted. I ask forgiveness now, after all these years, of putting my faith in them instead of being thankful to the great things God had already given me on a daily basis.

Luke 16:13

“No cowboy can ride for two outfits. Either he will hate to ride for one and love to work for the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot ride for God and Money.” (Simplified Cowboy Version)

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  • Oh yeah. Know that feeling. The one where it seems like everyone is better off than you? def know that feeling. Thank God for grace.

    • Kevin

      My brother told me one time, “I remember when I was more content with twenty dollars to my name instead of two-thousand that’s in the bank now.”

  • Don Coyote

    I’ve spent a lot of time in so-called Third World countries. Mucho pobresa, sabe? And in the process I have encountered some of the happiest people it has been my privilege to shake hands with. In fact I got hitched to one a their daughters. Most of ’em don’t have 2 nickels ta rub together, however they gladly and willingly offer a stranger all that they have. Most of ’em are deeply faithful, they believe in a God of Salvation and are thankful for every bite a food. Usually there’s a worn out Bible somewhere in the shack, most likely at mama’s bedside.

    Well, to cut this windy short, I finally figured out why Jesus said that the poor will always be with us—it’s because most of ’em have their eyes and hearts focused on God and not the things of this world.

  • Taylor Hill

    AMEN! Been there done that!

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