As a child growing up, nothing stirred my heart like hearing the William Tell Overture and the radio announcer saying, “A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver! The Lone Ranger!”
My usual position for the thirty minute program was straddling a painted white oak chair, facing backwards with one of dad’s leather belts looping around the chair’s back for reins. This was my great horse Silver, whose thundering hoofbeats took me back to those days of yesteryear. A pair of six-guns hung from my waist and a black mask covered my face.
Never once, did the Lone Ranger let me down. He always arrived just in time to save Tonto, a widow, a sheriff, or a whole town. Even the despicable Butch Cavendish and his gang were never a match for the masked man. He always saved the day and then rode off with Tonto, searching for new struggles to set right.
Now fast forward sixty years to today’s America where Evangelical Christians hope and pray for a new political champion, a man wearing a white hat. An updated Ronal Reagan clone would fit the part perfectly. The champion would say no to government spending and new taxation, stop abortion, reverse our slide toward same sex marriage, and set our nation’s eyes back to being a light on the hill. If only, huh?
Well, it ain’t happening!
That’s right! It ain’t happening!
Our God is not thinking about how He can bring us Christians back to yesteryear, the days of Reagan or Eisenhower. It’s not even a passing thought on His heart. He is looking forward to seeing the American Church becoming a holy, blameless Bride without spot or blemish. This is His heart’s desire.
For now, we Christians must align our prayers, hopes, and hearts with His desires for His Church. If not, we will be frustrated, finger-pointing whiners, unfit for His kingdom use.
So, don’t worry about the economy or terrorist attacks or politicians or whatever, but seek the King and learn how to dwell in His Kingdom now. What we’re witnessing with all the calamities and sad circumstances are birth pangs which you can expect to continue and accelerate for many years to come.
But out of all this, God will present to Himself a glorious Church.










Amen, Larry!
Good word Larry! – so right about us whining and remaining unfit for use in the kindgom – definitely not the work we were created to walk in.
Thanks Bro.
Thank you , Mr. Larry, for pointing us in the right direction, to God and His desires for His church. God bless you!
p.s. I had a fake horse when I was little too . .with jump rope reins. 🙂
Derrick,
Thanks. God bless you.
Ben,
Thanks. I probably need to read this more than anyone, especially about the whining.
Debbie,
Thanks. Your mentioning your fake horse almost caused me to fall off the sofa. That’s funny.
Wow, you’re back, Bubba! I know this will probably shock you and Debbie, but Caddo did not have a fake horse–not even a fake bull (but there was plenty of the real stuff all over the house).
Jael,
I’m back. Unlike you, I had plenty of cattle, pigs, and chickens around our homestead, but no horse. Dad refused to get me one because he said, “They eat too much hay, and you’ll drive a car soon enough.” Thus, I drove a car and truck at nine years old, even to town.
Great piece of work Larry- Thoroughly enjoyed the analogies- Darrell
Darrell,
Thanks. I was a cowboy wannabe as a child, and maybe still.