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Discipline Is Not a Dirty Word
by Doug Hobelman on 01/30/13
Recently Cindy and I were invited to help during the Freedom Weekend that was held at Beaver Crossing,
The Cross & The Switchblade
by Doug Hobelman on 01/10/13
Many years ago I read a book called the Cross and the Switchblade. It was a powerful story of God's work through one man. Learning about his ministry to the lost had a substantial impact on my early Christian life. Some of you are probably familiar with David Wilkerson's story. Led of God, he began to preach to the gangs, the prostitutes, and the drug addicts in the inner city of
A Columbine Victim's Father Speaks Out
by Doug Hobelman on 12/19/12
Thirteen years ago: A Columbine victimes father speaks out. On May 27, 1999, Darrell Scott, the father of a Columbine school shooting victim, testified before a U.S. House subcommittee on crime. Others witnesses that day included now-Attorney General Eric Holder, Dr. John Lott, then-professor at University of Chicago and Wayne LaPierre, president of the National Rifle Association. Scott's testimony: READ THE REST BY GOING TO FACEBOOK AND ENTER fast horses project
The First Touch
by Doug Hobelman on 12/16/12
Smiling, I looked through the bars of the pen, excited to see, A prospect, with one ear half - cocked, cautiously peering at me. He didn't look too bad, fair conformation, with cow horse possibilities, I walked through the gate, to make introduction, and to shoot the breeze. All was quiet-pleasantly serene - as I strolled into the round pen, He was like a slumbering badger, before being pulled from his den. Nothing separated us, for just a moment, and then as quick as a flash, A black forest arose - the colt vamoosed, in a streak and a dash. Briars and brush now remaining - wild animals and spooks ruled, Milling the round pen, in a frantic panic, his mind greatly fooled. He'll have nothing to do with me, the good guy, no sir ree George, So I poured the coals to the fire, fanning the flames, stoking the forge. I chop away at the mental brush with my rope - for him to break though, If he only knew me as I truly am - my oh my, what must I do? Pressing on, I search for a way on, lest he never amount to much, there were many like him before - now long gone - that resisted my touch. My rope cuts through the forest, lighting fire and life to his pace, He moves out, but you can still see the tightness - a strain on his face. He decides to attack - charging - not ready to give without a fight, I block him with a blow of my coils, sending him off to the far right. In one direction, and then the other, I push to break through the thick briar, A few more times around - no slowing down - when will he begin to tire? Then I catch a slight glimpse of softness, a yielding, and a lick of the lip, I take a step back, giving room and rest - there he relaxes, dropping his hip. As quick as it had come, the forest disappeared, leaving pure open range, Gone are the spooks and the forest - oh so glad - it's a welcomed change. Is this the same panther, that fought for his life to begin with?_________ A man - hating bronc - abhorring the touch - now just a myth? _________ I fought through the resistance - my sacrifice - in hope he would break through, A fierce battle, to save him from the slaughter - that's what good masters do. Now I understand tough love - a firm response - the extended hand of my heavenly boss, Jesus Christ' s death set me free from my briars - through the work of Cavalry' s cross. He makes a way for us - to break through the black forest - our mental crutch, He clears the path, so we can respect, know his love, and experience His first touch. Doug Hobelman 12/14/20
The Last Word
by Doug Hobelman on 12/11/12
In the last chapter of the Old Testament, yes of the Bible I am speaking,
Talks of the day of the Lord, like a furnace, then too late, for the seeking.
A great fire blazing, the arrogant and evildoer, dry wheat stubble,
Every root and branch of them will be gone, only smoldering rubble.
But for all that revere His name, fresh hope and a new day will come,
In His righteousness arising, healing meant for all, received by some.
We the receiver, saved by the gift of grace, no more hold on us to sin,
Set free like a black baldy calf, we will run, buck, and make many a spin.
The Lord says we will trample the wicked, to them a great defeat,
The devil and his troops only soot and ashes, there the ones under feet.
Remember the Law of Moses, the decrees,
One was coming, a prophet named Elijah; you sure didn't want to miss.
Again we bring up the day of the Lord, some think not too far away,
It will be great and it will be terrible, the Word of God does say.
But that prophet, he comes with a message to change every heart,
For fathers and children, a hope, a promise, and a brand new start.
Elijah, and John the Baptist, they have lived and died, their words complete.
And Jesus died on the cross to restore us to the Father, to set purpose to our feet.
Empowered by the Holy Spirit, we are simply men and fathers answering the call,
The orphan's ambassador, with the heart and resolve, we set foot to recover them all.
Doug Hobelman 11-16-2012