Thinking About the Cowboy

I'm still thinking about the fun we had on Sunday's horse ride up the mountain. I am also thinking about "Cowboy Ron." Ron is in his 50s, a Vietnam vet who at first came off as a tough old cow hand--he warned us not to let his horses eat grass or any other nonsense. He wouldn't tolerate it. But he began to soften up halfway through the ride. I think Sarah seemed to remind him of his own child, who is about her age and lives in Florida. He hasn't seen his boy in a long time (I gathered he is divorced). Then when he discovered I was a chaplain, he rode back to my horse, looked at me with moistened eyes, and through a lowered voice asked if I would pray that he would see his son again. Later on, he asked me to pray for him again. It was one of those divine appointments when folks reach out towards the Lord. So, wherever you are, say a prayer for Ron tonight. Pray that the cowboy gets Home.