I may have never covered a bronc in rodeo, but I never missed a mark-out and I never turned-out. Turn-out is when you've signed up for a rodeo, but don't show. They run your horse through the chute, call your name, and pull the gate letting the horse circle the arena without you on it. If I'm scheduled for Mass, I'll be there, even in the middle of a snow-apocalypse.
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
My bronc of choice: Whitehorse.
The roads were open heading to Moorcroft at 6am, but barely.
Catholics are diehards for Ash Wednesday Mass. Jerry had the lot and walks cleared and we had a good two dozen for Mass.
On to Wright in the afternoon. Hwy 59 was closed earlier but they got it open just in time for us to roll down.
Instead of warming up during the day, it just got colder.
Blessed Sacrament was drifted in.
But we dug her out with great grandpa's scoop shovel.
The Catholic Cowboy spirit is alive and well.
That smile made all my journeys worth while.
I love fighting for Mass. Jesus asks us to love the Lord with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. There's no better way to show that than by making every effort possible to get to Mass. It's gonna be a good Lent. I can smell it.
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