On Wednesday, 1 August 2012 AD, an Oklahoma family lost a man who was husband, father, grandfather, brother, and son. On that day, the nationwide community of Native American Indians lost a man who has contributed so much to their heritage and traditions through his books, art work, and teaching. Also on that day, many of us lost someone we considered a dear friend.
For Robby McMurtry, a man of horses
“Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.” (Job 39: 19-25, NIV)
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Today, I believe, Robby’s spirit rejoices at the thrones of God and Christ Jesus, and will soon (if not already) find his way to Heavenly pastures where the Creators’ fearless, leaping beauties freely roam.
He was a dear friend whom I will miss always.