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Those first stirring notes of music. That familiar name in large letters. A few hoofbeats announcing that the magic is beginning. And just like that, we are catapulted back to the familiar sensations and memories of our youth. Our hero is riding the range again. He rides for truth. He rides for justice. And we ride with him.
I don’t know about you folks, but a part of me has never grown up. I still thrill to those hoofbeats and root my cowboy hero on to victory. As I see him battle the latest group of badmen in town or try to halt a stampede, I feel sure that my cheering is just what he needs in order to defeat the outlaws and restore justice. But deep down inside I am comforted by the knowledge that my hero can never be defeated. Sooner or later, he’ll come out on top.
That’s the magic of the silver screen cowboy, I think. As children we all had heroes who seemed invincible to us. Think about it. I’m sure all of you have a long list of heroes: your dad, a grandparent, a historical figure who did amazing things, that person in your neighborhood who knew just the right advice to give you and example to set. That person your young mind looked up to and said, “When I grow up, I want to be just like them.” Our heroes made us feel safe. They taught us to know right from wrong and what was really important. And we believed every word they said. Because they were our heroes.
Our cowboy heroes took us back to a simpler time.…
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." (Jim Elliot)