The Fighting Parson

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions, yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done.

There is a time and place for Christians to take account of their actions and decide if they are doing the right thing or if they should proceed differently. Oh, we should always proceed with love and mercy, but there are different ways of showing this.

Sometimes the firm way works better than the lenient method and vice versa. No two situations can be met and handled the same way, and we have to rely on the Lord for wisdom and guidance.

this is enough of an introduction for today. Let's get into this story which I like to call fighting pars. Mr. Scari, I'm worried about the damn thing. It's not just them about getting hurt, passing down the street in front of these saloons. Now, Scari, we'll be all right.

And our own music. Oh, look out! He's drunken men like the scarab. How do you have to dance? What do you got to go to the general store? I'll call Gip, then heaven's a little bit more comfortable in this town with any backbone.

He'd say that these and folks got some protection on the street. The afternoon is dated. How, children? She can't hear you, Sarah. I think her hair needs broken, poor soul. If her husband didn't spend most of his paycheck on booze, She'd be able to have that gadget fixed.