Yevet Tenney

Imagine that someone filed a lawsuit in the courts saying, “I am offended by the danger signs posted along the roads. They block my view of wildlife and the beautiful scenery along the highway. It not only bothers me – think of the animals and wilderness environment of their sacred habitat.

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:

The field is wide open, boundary lines crisscross the green, and light floods the stadium. There a breathless moment while the flag is hoisted into the blue, and the majestic notes of “The Star-Spangled Banner” ring and then fade. Suddenly, with a tumultuous roar from the stands, two teams bouncing with energy bound on to the field.

Yesterday I watched my daughter, Angel, ride her horse. She didn’t have a saddle, only a bridle in her hands. The horse galloped and slowed with a slight pressure from her knees and the lift of her hand on the bridle. The horse and rider were one as they flew across the pasture.

I have lived long enough to have traveled down life’s road, to be able to look back and say, “I know how to avoid the dead ends, the dangerous detours and the shortcuts that turn into superhighways to nowhere.”

Last month I shared an article I had written several years ago. The crux of the article was taken from the words of Jeremiah, an Old Testament prophet, who spoke of broken cisterns.In the early days, a cistern was a place capturing and storing rainwater.