time to saddle up boys…and girls

“Courage is being scared to death,
but saddling up anyway.”

John Wayne

(image of a rider using a bull rope to tie his hand to a bull in order to stay on as long
as possible without being bucked off—from an Ebay image of all things)

I’ve written about this before but there is a pasture across the road from our house that
is home to a bunch of rodeo bulls.
Ours was not the luck to have horses across the street, although
two do live next door, nor could we even have a peaceful herd of dairy cows, sheep or goats…

Nope—we had to have rodeo bulls.

Loud, very vocal, very smelly, rodeo bulls.
Maybe 50 plus bulls.
Summer garden parties, when the wind is out of the northwest, are not for the faint
of heart at our house…so needless to say, we don’t host any.

(one neighbor / Julie Cook / 2013)

We don’t know the folks who keep up the bulls, as they don’t live in close proximity
to the field, but we’re told that they raise them,
or actually pasture them, for local rodeos.

I, for one, think the field looks atrocious and really question the “care” being offered
these animals but like I say, we hear the owners of the field are a curious lot.

Once, a few years back, the fence was so bad that the bulls kept pushing their way through
and would actually wander down the road or into a neighboring subdivision…
and even into our fenced property…
Go figure!

So you should know that an out-of-place bull is a force to be reckoned with…

Not much makes them want to move.

The local sheriffs would have a time trying to find the owners while attempting to herd the
animals back to the pasture.

The owners have since put up a new fence,
as word is the county made them an offer they couldn’t refuse,
so the bulls now thankfully remain in their pasture.

I’ve never been to a rodeo but I have caught them ever once and a while when televised on TV…
and I must admit that there is just something a bit intriguing about what it is that
makes a man want to climb on the back of a 1500 pound angry muscle machine,
tying himself to said angry beast, in an attempt to see how long he can stay on the back of
the animal before he is thrown off.

Not to mention the fact that the animal could then easily crush him under hoof or even
gore him with his horns…
Hence the life of a rodeo clown.

The cowboy will tie his hand to the bull using a leather rope known as a bull rope.
This is a means of holding on to the animal while the other hand
waves precariously in the air.

And I suppose if you want to stay up and on, tying a hand to the adversary is the
way to go.
But the hope is, that when the cowboy is thrown, his hand will come lose lest he dangles
haphazardly swinging randomly about attached to the wild flailing animal…
being drug around the arena while the bones in his hand, wrist, and arm snap
like little twigs.

All of this imagery of being tied to a bull came to mind today when I was thinking
about the current plight of most Christians worldwide.

An odd thought perhaps but stay with me a minute.

We are living in a very precarious time.

I write often about the current plight of Christianity worldwide.

Persecution is at a level not seen since the days of the Emperors of Rome.
Even here in our cozy little Western Society, Christianity is under heavy
It may not be physically brutal but the persecution is very much real, alive,
present and very much active—in a very insidious fashion.

Here is a one-minute snippet of an interview with Jim Caviezel, while on the set
of the filming of The Apostle Paul, when he was asked about Christian persecution:

The other day in the post I’d written about our friend the Wee Flea,
the Scottish pastor David Robertson, and his frustrated lament of being fed up with
measured responses, Mark over on’Thoughts From Mark “Hat” Rackley’
offered an interesting response to my post…

(you can read the comment following the post here

Mark offered a powerful observation found in scripture regarding the lost generations
and the silencing of the faithful…
“If an entire generation is lost, God will raise rocks to shout praises to Him.”

(When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives,
the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all
the miracles they had seen:
“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
(Luke 19:37-40)

I was tremendously struck by that passage.

It is a very powerful passage—

Imagine… God easily and readily raising rocks to shout His praise??!!!
For if He wanted such, it would therefore be.

It’s hard enough to herd a 1500 pound bull where it needs to go,
imagine getting a rock to sing.

And so I feel as if it’s time that the faithful tie their hands to the back
of the raging bull….as we fight to hold on…

The ride is not going to be easy nor for the faint of heart.
We will be tested and tried as we narrow our focus to the task at hand.

There will be the occasional distractions, much like the rodeo clowns, but
even the clowns won’t be able to distract Satan from letting loose upon the faithful
in those / these final days…

Tie the rope tight, because the ride is about the begin…

For you yourselves are fully aware that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, “There is peace and security,” then sudden destruction will come upon them as labor pains come upon a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.
1 Thessalonians 5:2-3

19 comments on “time to saddle up boys…and girls

  1. SharaC says:

    Can’t wait to see that movie…
    such beautiful insights you have, even from something as crazy as a field full of crazy bulls!! May the wind be ever in a good direction, lol

  2. Amen, Julie! Chuckling here, but I think my hubby would just love to live next to a field of bulls. I’ve been to a couple of rodeos. Absolutely terrifying, way worse in person! Like,what the heck is wrong with you people?

    I Iove the singing stones, too. Whenever I’m hesitant about speaking up, the Lord often reminds me, “I can always just make the stones cry out or avail myself of a talking donkey.”

    You make a really good point about letting go of our fear, especially in the Western world. We’re afraid of losing a few friends or missing out on a promotion or getting funny looks. Not to be unkind here,but we need to seriously level up our game, because if a bit of social disapproval is all it takes to make us faint, our courage and faith may need some work.

  3. And any time you want to send your husband our way, he may visit those bulls all he’d like 🐂🐃

  4. Wally Fry says:

    Great analogy, Julie. Great exhortation for us all. So many will never know what it feels like to get bucked, as they never get on the bull. Too many are still “mutton busting,” riding some little lamb. It’s easy to live the easy Christian life if you never step out and expose yourself.

    • thanks Wally—and I believe you are spot on—most Christians in our Western Soceity are use to mutton busting…nothing compared to what we will soon see…and we need to know that we will need to ride high and hard!

  5. atimetoshare.me says:

    The movie was great and showed the persecution of Christians under Nero in every respect. The beauty of it was the willingness of those early Christians to die for their beliefs. They were confident of what lies ahead, as we should be also. This is not our final destination. What waits beyond death is going to be amazing.

  6. hatrack4 says:

    Being quoted in a post that also quoted John Wayne, Jim Caviezel, and the Apostle Paul? I am humbled, but please let others ride the bulls. Most mornings I feel like I just rode one when I haven’t. Yet, I fear for Christians in the US in the next few decades. I have heard that in some corners of the world, non-believing mental health professionals have committed Christians to asylums until they reject their beliefs.

    As for the movie, I would love to go see it. As for the Caviezel comments, I knew that I liked that guy. Now I know why.

    • well you know what they say about great minds Mark… 🙂
      The Soviets were notorious for locking Christians away in asylums…
      And yes, my bronking buck days have long past… 🙂
      Again, thank you for sharing and teaching Mark!

  7. […] Loud, very vocal, very smelly, rodeo bulls. Maybe 50 plus bulls. Summer garden parties, when the wind is out of the northwest, are not for the faint of heart at our house…so needless to say, we don’t host any.…..read the rest of the post here: time to saddle up boys…and girls […]

  8. SLIMJIM says:

    After this post, I realized any neighbor problems I have is no big deal compared to beasts like that!

  9. oneta hayes says:

    Julie, may I confess to being a coward; I don’t want to flail around, but I’m identifying with that today. I still admire your stand. I’m antsy and not doing what I need to do.

    • Don’t fret Oneta— I’m writing reminding myself of my impending task— time I suck it up!

      • oneta hayes says:

        I’m trying to digest that those bulls are fenced in by the owner. My Owner also sets boundaries, but I’m only feeling that in my head, not my heart. I’ll recover. I need to put on some armor. I’ll watch for your gate to open and you’ll come dashing out on the next raging bull! 😀

      • or mine may be the bull whose rider fell off before it even got out of the gate 🙂
        I don’t think this will be good for my disc issues in my back….. ha!

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