My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

When I was five years old my kindergarten class took a field trip to Franke Park in Fort Wayne, IN. While there I was allowed to get onto the horse ride where you got onto a horse that was one step from the glue factory for a short ride around in circles. The horses were very old and tame and were tied to the area where they took the children.

Something happened to my horse that scared him and he went wild. The horse ran through the park with me on him. It was very scary. My father was a chaperone and chased me down until he caught up with me. I was terrified. I never got on a horse again.

In this picture is a real life cowboy and one of my heroes. His name is Ken Downey. He has rode his horse across country on multiple occasions telling people about Jesus. He does not fit into the 21st century. He would be better fitted to have lived 150 years ago. Nonetheless he ministers within his context in an amazing way.

Ken has some property in northern Minnesota where he has a camp that hosts summer missions teams. He takes students into an Indian Reservation to minister there. Cindy and I were able to go spend a couple of days there this week. I had a blast picking his brain. Ken has a remarkable testimony. Today he is battling cancer. Please keep my cowboy buddy in your prayers.