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Nailed to a telephone pole was a cardboard sign that read,”Thanks For Stealing My Cow.” My eyes were riveted. I didn’t drive off the road, but I did think some marketing guy could make a fortune if only he could figure out what to put next and slap it on one of those giant interstate billboards.

That’s when I decided that I’d take a shot at it; the story behind it, not the poor cow.

Whether you are driving down the road, walking around your house or looking out the window of an airplane, you’ve probably figured out that life has a way of juxtaposing good with evil or vice versa. I was pondering this very thing this morning when I just happened to flip to this appropriate scripture: “So I tried to understand why the wicked prosper. But what a difficult task it is!” Psalm 73:16

Between the lines here is the obvious conclusion that there will always be those bad cow stealers who get away and leave no evidence behind except the sour grapes of those who write on cardboard signs. The other obvious observation is that I happened upon that sign while driving on a gorgeous Spring day, the first break in the weather in months. Good and bad walking in hand in hand like Maxim and Rebecca. 

This paradigm was to be tested in my life that very day and I freely admit that I teetered on the edge of “half-empty.”

Boiled down, life is like boxing match between Good and Evil. It’s as if we’re in the audience and there’s something so entrancing about the wicked prizefighter that we are sorely tempted to watch his cunning maneuvers and, worse yet, to secretly, or even worse yet, openly, root for that villain. There are a myriad of reasons for this dynamic. We may have been burned by people so often that we really have given up on the idea that the guy with the busted lip is really “Good.” Or, we may have simply slipped into the dark side and don’t like “Good” anymore. 

It’s one thing for those in the ring to get knocked down, but we who observe this paradigm must never get wobbly legs. If nothing else, yell as loud as you can for Good. Boo for Bad. If you get real nervy, run some ice over to Good’s corner.

Nailed to a couple of poles a long time ago was a sign over a Jewish man that was said to be the Son of God. There were only a few in His corner. But the beautiful words of one who knew who to root for are etched in eternity. “Now when the centurion saw what had happened, he began praising God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent.” Luke 23:47

BELOW: ON ANY GIVEN DAY, WE WILL FACE THE CHOICE OF THESE TWO SIGNS, WHICH COINCIDENTALLY, WERE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM EACH OTHER. NOTE THE BLUE SKIES.

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