I was running late for an important meeting yesterday morning due to my having lost track of time while spending an inordinate amount of time trying to catch up on a boatload of e-mail that came in while out of town.
I hate to be late, (it’s rude), and I’m obsessive about arriving early for appointments, especially if it’s a vitally important meeting like the one I had yesterday. I rushed like a madman to get there and was actually out of breath and not in all that good of a mood and feeling harried when I hastily took my seat.
I’d just barely settled in when all of a sudden Tom started yelling at me the top of his lungs. Late or not, he misjudged me badly if he thought I was just going to just sit there and take that crap so early in the morning without responding. I answered him right back – He yelled again – I answered again – He yelled again and I finally I just said to heck with that and picked up my gun and shot him right in the head and killed him!
Tom is the big two bearded gobbler that I bagged yesterday.
Got ya!
Yep turkey season is finally in full swing at Honey Lake and it’s a really neat way to spend some time. It’s so much fun in fact that I go every day of the season, (unless of course it’s pouring down rain or I’m out of town speaking). There is something magical about watching the sun come up in the morning and seeing and hearing God’s creatures welcome it with a plethora of chirping birds, raucous crows chasing screaming hawks, and donkeys braying in the distance, but nothing is more exciting than hearing the bone jarring gobble of a big Tom turkey looking for love.
Right after daylight I heard no less than five gobblers announcing that they were on the market and ready for love. I answered with my lustiest hen yelp which told them exactly where I was, and that I too was ready, willing, and able to get it on, and it was time to, “Come and get it”.
Moments later my big gobbler arrived, haughtily walking down the road like he was “King of the Road”. He was all puffed up with tail fanned out, strutting and beating his wings on the ground announcing to all the hens within range, “Hey girls look at me, I be stylin’ and profilin’”.
I managed a couple more extra sexy, very soft pleading purrs and subdued yelps to stroke that big ego. It worked! He hastily ambled right into range of my Benelli 12 GA. Camo shotgun and KA – BOOM.
I suppose he wanted to be knocked off his feet with a different kind of love than I expressed, but as that great old Rolling Stones song goes, “We can’t always get what we want”.
So what does all of this have to do with God?
Well for one thing God created the black velvet star studded night that gave way to the beautiful golden sunrise. It was fabulously beautiful yesterday as its rays illuminated the gorgeous woodlands rendering Divine colors that even the most talented artist such as my good friend Ford Riley can recreate. And the warm sun took the chill out of the morning to the point that a couple of times I closed my eyes like an old dog as it beamed down on my tired old body. It felt good.
God also created all of those wonderful creatures that I heard and saw, including scampering squirrels, lazily flying herons, a multitude of birds, frogs, and even what sounded like a bellowing gator in the distance.
Why did God create all of this splendor? For His enjoyment and ours. The Bible teaches that God is love. Honey Lake and other drop dead gorgeous places are an expression of God’s love. It certainly works for me; I love Him and I love this land that He created.
God of course is no single faceted God, and I’ve found that He rarely does anything to achieve a singular purpose. God’s glory emanates from his creation as a testimony to His being too. Those ignorant atheists that seem to delight in sending me hate mail should fight off their hangovers one morning and get up at dawn and sit in the woods and watch God bring it to life. They can just leave that joint in their pockets, because God’s glory will supply all of the high that they need.
And hey Honey Lake is not the only place you can find this high. John Denver sang about it:
And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high
(high in Colorado)
Rocky mountain high
(high in Colorado)
And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
And all you PETA crowd morons can just leave your whining at the door. God gave us every seed bearing plant, fruit, beast of the earth, bird in the sky, and all creatures that move along the ground, and everything that lives.
So back off!
I pulled the breast out of that big Tom turkey and I ain’t waiting ‘til Thanksgiving to chow down on it. I’m frying that bad boy in some peanut oil at my first opportunity. Oink! Oink! Oink! Burp…
Have a great day today and enjoy God’s beautiful morning and all that he’s created. Quit your bitching and moaning and for crying out loud look around at your free gifts from almighty God. He is great and He loves us!
Oops, where did the time go? It’s already getting near dawn; don’t want to be late for my appointment…hey, hey, hey…
Gen. 1:29
Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.
God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning…