A New York family bought a ranch out West
where they intended to raise cattle. Friends visited and asked if the ranch had
a name. "Well," said the would-be cattleman, "I wanted to name
it the Bar-J. My wife favored Suzy-Q, one son liked the Flying-W, and the other
wanted the Lazy-Y. So we're calling it the Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-W-Lazy-Y." The
visiting friend asked, “So where are the cattle?” The cattleman
replied, "None survived the branding."
Just a humorous reminder that compromise can be deadly - especially SPIRITUAL compromise!
Remember, its about standing on the promises - and not just sitting on the premises.