Lifestyles

Now that the railroad is back in operation, we wanted to give our readers a clear picture on how the towns in Kiowa County popped up and ultimately developed. It was the railroad that built the towns as the Missouri Pacific expanded its reach toward the West through Kiowa County in the years 1865 to 1890.

Stewards of the land often cast long shadows, sometimes reaching centuries beyond their own lives.

Okay, I’ll admit it. At first, I was shocked, shocked to read that one of our relatively nearby school districts has opened its doors to allow the presence of something known as a Satan Club to be allowed in its elementary school building.

This is a gracious thing, when, mindful of God, one endures sorrows while suffering unjustly. For what credit is it if, when you sin and are beaten for it, you endure?

Our young people are currently staring into the future of their adult lives. They are hearing these words or similar words.

This is a wonderful time of year when ranchers are getting ready for branding. It is a little stressful as the ranchers want things to go smoothly as their precious babies are prepped for what lies ahead.

A lonely spot in a lonesome landscape.

Hope is an amazing thing and is defined by Cambridge as a verb to want something to happen or to be true and having good reason to think that it might. I like it as a noun-I have hope.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.

Now, I’m always interested in a good story and don’t mind tellin’ one myself. I’ve heard stories of horse wrecks and cow wrecks, car wrecks and wrecks of all kinds that all happened because of poor decisions.

Today was one of those tumultuous days. The kids are asleep, and I can finally process my thoughts, and unpack my tired mind.

I can’t help it. It isn’t that I really want to stop.

In his later days, my Father built this fence around his small meadow, a final strategic move in the annual battle to discourage stray cattle from sharing his retirement retreat.

Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it.

It’s the Easter season again. It and spring seem to go hand in hand.

"Jesus said, 'Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.'" — Matthew 11:28