Boots with spurs are synonymous with cowboys. When I think cowboy I think old Western, like Bonanza and The Big Valley. Those were the ones available on my TV growing up. With the hindsight of adulthood, I realize those were not entirely historically accurate. In my imagination when I think spur, I imagine a closeup of the back of a boot, spur spinning, the boot-wearer having taken 10 paces and turned around to face his opponent in a duel. (Duel always prompts thoughts of Aaron Burr, spur, Burr…not quite the same but enough to keep me focused.)
Spurs worn on boots, spiked, metal wheel designed to urge a horse along by thrusting it into the animal’s side.
So as I pondered the word and mulled it over, spur, I immediately put it into the context with which I am familiar, “spur one another on.”
And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Hebrews 10:24
I have a few spurs in my life and for that I am grateful.
By definition to spur is to “encourage” an “incentive.” The horse definition fits me a tad better. I’m sluggish and despite already moving in a direction, I get weary: I know the word tells me not to grow weary in doing good so that at the proper time I will reap a harvest if I do not give up. It tells me to keep my hands on the plow and move forward. I know those things, and I keep moving, but it’s at a slower pace. Then someone will come along and do that spurring. That spike in the side, so to speak, of urging me to move, to keep the faith, not to give up hope, and to press on with a good steady pace.
Those spurs in my life challenge me.
Am I a spur for others?
When I am prompted, do I encourage others along, trusting the leading of the King, to direct that at just the right moment?
I am challenged to do just that to encourage and spur one another along toward love and good deeds.