Enos Strate was no dipstick! The shy southern deputy had a head on his shoulders and eyes for Daisy. He lit up when he saw her and bent over backwards to please her. Enos worked for Roscoe and had a tough row to hoe. He balanced walking the straight and narrow path while working for a crooked boss.
Unpaved back roads and paths through open fields were no obstacles for the skillful driver. If he had passengers in the patrol car, he’d give a shout. “Buckle up! Hold on Buddy Row!” They’d fly through the air and bounce back down on all four smoking wheels. No one had injuries in the fictional Hazard chase scenes. Reality is not always so easy on those involved in wrecks.
Life often propels us at supersonic speed. God holds out His protective hand and in a still small voice might whisper something much like “Hold on Buddy Row!” Will we heed the warning? “holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain (Philippians 2:16 RSV).”
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I loved this! It’s down-to-earth; true grit!