The Old Cowboy has another true story to offer from out of my past and early experiences, It is presented simply to make you and me think about what we do. In the early weeks when Leon Davis made it clear that I could not pick his daughter up at the door of the church building unless I had at least attended worship services with her, I had my first experiences with a church of Christ. Those Sunday mornings were an experience for a pipeline welders son who had grown up squirrel and deer hunting on Sunday mornings. This was right before I tured twenty-three years old so I had already been around the block a time or two. I would sit there and watch and listen. The prayers I expected and the singing and the songs were some times ones I had already played on my radio show. Yes, I did find it interesting there wasn’t at least a guitar to keep them on key. It did help that there was a program sheet that told me what was next, I had used that kind of thing during stage shows. The part of the morning that caught my attention the most was what they called the communion or Lord’s Supper. I notcied right off five guys went up front, and one of them would stand in the middle and talk. Some of those guys would drone on forever, and then one of them would say a prayer, and they would pass around the crackers and a little container of grape juice. I sat there wondering what was so special about this feature for a few Sunday’s. Then one of the young guys, about my age took a turn in the middle.. His knees and his voice shook like a newborn colt, and he really didn’t say much, he just got right to the point. That was the first time any of those guys had explained what it was all about, and then the prayer even made sense Up until then I had wondered if this was just a short pre-sermon with a ritual that always included the crackers and grape juice. Besides Patty had told me I didn’t have to do it, so I didn’t worry about it. Later Leon found a reason for us to go look for something in the shop, and he explained why it was so special. Then I understood, and I was a lot more interested the next Sunday morning. Today when it’s my turn to be in the middle, I keep it short and on subject. I figure there might be some wild haired country boy out in the audience that is wondering what’s going on, and why we do it. I offer this portion of my history just to make us think about what we do, and the example we demonstrate.