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From Manure to Miracle

Cowboy poem by Dan Ainsworth Wilderness Preacher

edit….This poem shares 2 Corinthians 5:17 how Christ makes old things pass away

and all things become new. Read and enjoy!

In this world, there’s a catch pen, a congregation of cows,

inside this fence, these cows walk slow but sure.

And gradually over time, and it doesn’t take that long,

this ground gets covered with manure.

How the manure piles develop, why they congregate here,

that’s something I ain’t quite figured out.

Yet it’s reminds me of me, and my very own life.

So here’s what this story is about.

See, you got to understand. I was low down and stinking’.

The cleanest name I could be called was manure.

Twasn’t the best of situations, wasn’t my plan or idea,

I didn’t want this for my life, that’s for sure.

I felt stuck in that gross stomped ground, gettin’ crusty on top,

I stared straight into the bright morning light.

And there on the fence, nailed to a large fence post,

was this man with his arms stretched out tight.

Jesus Christ, I yelled! caused it scared me so,

it’s just something that I shouldn’t see.

Cause remember where I am? Right there, on the right.

See right there? Yep, that big ole pile of…. that’s me.

What I’m seeing is a mystery. My eyes must be lyin’,

my heart says it’s real …. What’s this about?

I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know quite what to say.

Lord Help me!!… was all that came out.

That’s all that it took, cause He reached out, picked me up,

and from there began my new journey.

Look now where I am! Right there in His Hands!

see right there, that big ole pile of …, that’s me.

The Son of God grabbed me, and with His perfect touch,

His Spirit molded in me, through and through.

Old things passed away, all things became fresh.

God planted seeds, He watered and things grew!

From a heaping pile of waste, comes new life and new meaning

Shucks, a song is now placed in my heart.

My Saviour saw fit to come pick me up,

this organic mess, now has a new start.

His flowers now grow from His seeds and His water.

From inside, God’s love sprouted out.

All you former piles out there, in whose lives God has changed…

you know what I’m talking about.

His love has changed me. I really can’t explain it.

You’ll agree that it’s still a mystery.

Didn’t recognize me! Why, here I am, sprouting all them there flowers?

Thank you, Lord! God’s Glory! That’s me!!

New meaning, New Life

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My Plumber Friend and the Promise of Heaven

How I KNOW my Mother is in Heaven.

My Mother passed away a few weeks ago. She is now in Heaven. The best way I can explain my KNOWING this is for you to read the following.

I invited some friends over to hang out, spend some time to watch a ball game, talk about fishing, and eat some BBQ. One of my close friends asked if he could invite one of his best friends over. I readily agreed, though I’d never met this friend of a friend.

Turns out, this friend of a friend, (his name is J.C.), was a plumber by trade. As he interacted with all of us guys, he became one of us. I mean, he loved fishing and sharing his stories. He also could eat his share of BBQ and was as big a sports fan as any of us. He’s just a fun guy to be around.

Coming back from my bathroom during a break, he commented the toilet wasn’t working, but that he had fixed it.

I’ll admit, I had been working on that leaking contraption for days. The float or valve thingy must have malfunctioned in some way. I checked. Guess what? There was no sound. No leaky noise, no hissing to interrupt what should be the normal quiet.

I asked J.C. how did he fix it? I’ll never forget his comment. “It’s what I do.” 

Jason, who brought us together, told me later. “J.C. is the only plumber I need to KNOW! He can fix anything. If you have a plumbing problem, He’s the only one I recommend. I BELIEVE in him. 

Hmmm. You know that old ‘country boy’ saying….. “It ain’t what you know, it’s who you know.”

How does my plumber friend, J.C., relate to your belief in Heaven?

Everything! I try to solve my plumbing problems, but J.C. comes in and fixes them (permanently, I might add). Even if he explained his work, I wouldn’t comprehend his methods. My experiences tell me I KNOW this guy is real.

There are other plumbers out there, but I’ve made my choice! It is J.C.!

I’ve got this friend, Jesus. A friend of this friend introduced him to me. Jesus didn’t just come in and try to “fix everything” in my life. Nope. He wanted to be in my life, even when I was fishing. He KNOWS about Heaven because He’s been there. There are many scriptures written about Heaven and how Jesus is there preparing it for my Mother. And me! And you!

It’s a choice, clear and simple. Jesus wants to just ‘hang out’, be a part of your life.

It’s a choice for you. Jesus could explain all the ins and outs of Heaven, still you and I wouldn’t understand how He does it.

It’s a simple choice for you to make. J.C. is my plumber. I believe in him. I know he can do what he says. That’s my personal experience, so let me know. I’ll introduce you.

Here’s another choice that is yours and yours alone. Jesus is my Savior and my friend. I BELIEVE in Him. I KNOW he can do what he says. That’s from my personal experience, so let me know. I’ll introduce you.

See Ya! Dan Ainsworth wilderness preacher I KNOW what I know, ya know?

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Life After the Vote: A Cowboy’s Reflection

The day after I vote what will happen? Gobbledegook and jibber jabber are no more.

From this locking horns and buttin’ heads, we’ll get some relief. Which is good, cause my ears have grown sore.

Political pundits, will have less things to say. Less words used to pretend and or offend.

And hopefully this nasty bad mouthin’ we’ve heard, FINALLY, will  come to an end.

After watching these candidates debate one another, and watching ’em every day in the news,

It’s given this cowboy an agitated, tense stomach, and a severe case of “get this over” blues.

When I believe something’s wrong, they want to tell me it’s right. Lies are told as if they are true.

Yes, they say they want to help, but this power they seek? Will it give benefits for me and for you?

If I disagree, then, they give me a name. Call me things that hurt deep in my heart.

If I choose to agree, then that’s when they want money.  My money, yet they want a large part.

Who won? You will ask. Who lost? You will say.  Why did it turn out this way?

No matter the outcome, Americans we are. Dear God, please bless the U S of A.

The day after I vote I won’t yell at TV. Whether it be that I’m disagreeing or agreeing.

I’ll focus more on this journey with God. Believing in Him, and with Him, just being.

Well, pardner, here’s my thinkin’, my two bits of advice. Here’s how I’ll continue to live.

One side gets my vote, because it’s my right. But my trust to neither will I give.

I’ll trust not in man, the proud or the lying. My trust is in God, you should know.

Call me names if you want, but that’s how I live. I follow Christ. Where He leads, I will go.

The day after I vote I’ll be out mending fences. Daily chores will be accomplished of course.

Less time will be spent listening to intellectuals and scholars. More time spent listening to my horse.

How blessed is the man that makes the Lord his trust. And has not turned to the proud, nor such as turned aside to lies. Psalm 40:4 (KJV)

See Ya Dan Ainsworth Wilderness Preacher/Cowboy