When I was growing up, my parents owned a store in the tiny town that shared our zip code. Dad sold guns, ammo, tack, grain, used furniture and whatever else happened to come in to the “Horse Trader”. He also sold hunting and fishing licenses and was the town’s only UPS drop. Although the Horse Trader filled a niche in the local economy, perhaps its greatest contribution was that of a meeting place.
Every small town, especially isolated mountain towns, need a place for people to come together. It is in these meeting places that lives are shared and burdens lifted, and that the woes of the world are passionately discussed. The Horse Trader, with its homemade wood stove, bottomless coffee pot and locally made pastries was the very hub of community influence.
As a child and young adult, I spent many hours in the Horse Trader. I organized and dusted and poured coffee. And I listened. I listened while conservatives ranted about eroding freedoms and liberals decried social injustice. I listened while opposing sides discussed current events, mocking the others’ lack of intellectual capacity. I listened and I thought and I came to my own conclusions about the world around me.
Through the years, I have continued to follow current events. I have continued to listen to opposing sides each trying to convince the people of their particular truth. I have filtered these “truths” through the empirical truth of God’s word, and in the process, I have come to see the true agenda of the political forces at work in our world. And what I see is death.
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