First we learned about Cowboys
In February of 2015, Ken and I attended a service at Ridin’ The River Cowboy Fellowship in Bandera, TX. Being neither Texans nor cowboys, this church was an experience for us. We felt at home, which at the time, was odd because we didn’t know anyone or anything about the church. But when the Truth is spoken, the setting doesn’t matter. When the Holy Spirit unites hearts, it brings a supernatural unity of the soul.
Neither Ken nor I understood the ramifications of attending our first cowboy church. The second Sunday we attended, Pastor Jeff Bishop mentioned the new building the congregation would be putting up over the next few months. Pastor Bishop could not have known Ken and I had been praying for an opportunity to serve God somewhere helping a body of believers by serving them in construction.
From that one Sunday service, every decision we made was geared to get us back to this small congregation and help serve. It has been less than a year since we arrived in Bandera, Tx. What we thought to be a one time visit lasting two or three months, dramatically impacted our lives. We returned to our home in Michigan and sold everything. We believe God told us to “go.” Our focus is now serving the cowboy churches.
Because we learned in the heart of a cowboy beats the heart of Jesus.
Our first trip to Texas to help this church get into their new building yielded an amazing meet-up with God. He anointed us with His Spirit everyday we were helping to build for His kingdom. This is a partial copy of the letter I wrote to my fellow cowboy church family. You can find it in it’s entirety at www.facebook.com/silverandgoldfriends for the date of April 22.
To my Cowboy Family
You all know me enough by now to realize I knew nothing of the Western Heritage culture when Ken and I heard from God over a year ago, that we were to come to Texas to help with a building project. We are so thankful we listened to God and followed His directive.
We came to help erect a building for Ridin’ the River Cowboy Fellowship. We prayed before we came that we would be a help to this church. I pray we have accomplished this.
What neither, Ken nor myself, counted on was the life change for ourselves. The people in this church are now our family. You have shown us love and acceptance more than we had hoped or dreamed.
You’ve listened to my questions, all of them. I know many of them were elementary (okay, all of them) yet you all gave me Grace and answered. You have taught me and shown me a glimpse into the life of the Western Heritage culture.
I have come to understand the heart of the Western Culture is the Cowboy and the true Cowboy is about the heart of Jesus.
I have learned a Cowboy honors his father as Jesus honored His Father. A Cowboy tirelessly cares for his family, as Jesus cares for His.
A Cowboy never gives up as Jesus never gives up on us. A cowboy risks his life to save his flock as Jesus gave His life for His flock. A Cowboy is loyal, hard working, strong, respectful, full of grace and humility. Jesus is also.
So I’ve learned: At the heart of the Western culture is the Cowboy. In the heart of the Cowboy is Jesus; and in the heart of Jesus is a Cowboy.
In this photo, Mr. Troy Crow represents the Cowboy in the truest sense of the word. He represents multi-generations of cowboys. He represents the Western Heritage culture to Ken and myself. Thanks for sharing and teaching us, Troy, Jeff, Jeremy and the rest of our family at Ridin’ the River Cowboy Fellowship.
This is not a goodbye, but only “we’ll see you later!”
Soon: The time is coming for us to return to Texas and to help another cowboy church reach into God’s Kingdom. We’ll keep in touch with ya’ll through this blog.