YOU LIKE HORSES, YOU SAY

This post will make sense to horse people.

But not the "oh yes I love horses" people.

Not the "gosh I like riding" and "a mad gallop is the most fun" and "when can we go riding on your horses?"

I'm talking about and to the mucking out, detangling, curry-combing, hoof-picking, fly-spraying crowd.

Those of us who feed twice a day. Who clean out and bleach water troughs, who lug heavy salt blocks on to pasture. Who clean brushes and saddles and ropes. Who sit up nights waiting for a foaling mare, or walking a colicky gelding.

Yeah, horse people.

So -  when a "oh yes I love horses" person wants to come over and go galloping off on one of your horses, are you as mean as I am?

Because I always tell them, "Sure! Come on over!" and THEN watch as they struggle through grooming, saddling and then finally GIVE UP when they have to clean out the hooves.

I must admit it is a great deal of fun.

And my horses never get one of them on their backs

WHY DO WE LIKE ALIENS?



As human beings, we seem to always be looking outside of ourselves.

Perhaps because we don't like looking inside.

But we love the concept of extraterrestrials coming down in the past, or the present, or the future - directing us, fighting us, or helping us.

And it seems to be a natural combination to combine aliens and cowboys.

Because we seem to all want to be cowboys too.

The romance of the Wild West isn't just an American dream - I was amazed how popular it was in Europe.

Gunslingers - wild horses - handsome ranchers - the dusty main street of the town with the salons and bordellos....


Well, I live about thirty miles from Tombstone, Arizona, so maybe I don't see the romance as easily as other people.




But I do understand the attraction of aliens.

Think about it - God would be an alien, right?

He's an extraterrestrial, right?

And why shouldn't someone angelic not show up in a space craft?

So why don't we hear more about this in Sunday School?