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Ten Commandments and Ten Broken Chairs

 


✝️ Ten Commandments and Ten Broken Chairs

A playful reflection on how frontier folks tried to live by faith—even when saloon furniture flew.

In the town of Righteous Ridge, where the dust was holy and the whiskey was strong, the local saloon doubled as a place of fellowship, storytelling, and the occasional airborne chair. Folks tried their best to live by the Good Book—but sometimes, the Book had to duck.

🪑 The Incident at the Blessed Barrel

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Reverend Boone had just finished preaching on “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s mule.” The congregation, still in their Sunday best, wandered into the Blessed Barrel Saloon for root beer floats and a round of dominoes.

That’s when Hank “Hothead” McCoy accused Slim “Sanctified” Rawlins of cheating at cards. Voices rose. A stool flew. The piano player played louder.

Reverend Boone stood, Bible in hand, and shouted, “Thou shalt not smite thy brother with a barstool!”

The crowd paused. Slim ducked. Hank froze mid-swing.

Then someone muttered, “Technically, it’s not a smite—it’s a toss.”

📜 The Commandments Revisited

By the end of the evening, ten chairs were broken, two hats were missing, and one jar of pickled eggs had been baptized in sarsaparilla. But no one was seriously hurt, and Reverend Boone led a closing prayer that included:

“Lord, forgive our furniture and fortify our faith.”

The saloon posted a new sign: “Honor thy neighbor—and thy barstool.”

🙏 A Gentle Reflection

Frontier faith wasn’t always tidy. It came with dust, laughter, and the occasional splinter. But even in the chaos, folks tried to live by grace—sometimes with a hymn, sometimes with a broom, and sometimes with a well-aimed proverb.

📚 References for Faith, Frontier Humor, and Saloon Chaos

  • Explores how traveling preachers brought faith into unexpected places—including saloons.

  • A dramatized tale of faith and confrontation in a saloon setting.

  • Classic cowboy expressions that add flavor to humorous frontier storytelling.

  • A roundup of cinematic saloon brawls, perfect for contrast with faith-infused chaos.

  • A humorous anecdote that captures the absurdity and tension of saloon confrontations.

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