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In what seemed like a fever dream, I found myself peddling hot dogs at a local rodeo one hot September night. I guess that’s what you get when you work as a pastoral intern for a rural congregation in eastern North Carolina. Townsfolk crowded into the bleachers as cowboys and cowgirls tested their strength and dexterity against mighty beasts of burden. After hours of competition, the lights suddenly lowered, and a spotlight shone in the middle of the arena. The announcer proclaimed the heroic deeds of faithful American soldiers. A hush came over the crowd.
christianitytoday.com/ct/2016/january-web-only/how-patriotic-church-services-misunderstand-military.htmlThe announcer directed the crowd’s attention to a cowboy dressed in dazzling white entering the arena. The announcer told the crowd that this was the “Christian cowboy” who “rides for the American way of life.” While “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” played in the background, the Christian cowboy rode around the arena, with each circuit carrying the flag of a different military branch. The fervor of the crowd grew until the final lap, when the cowboy carried the American flag in one hand and the Christian flag in the other. As the rider came to a halt in the center of the arena, the crowd was invited to pray. Even the horse bowed his head on cue.