It’ll quit hurting in a minute.

by Kevin on July 7, 2010

I stepped on the bronc. He had been doing so well in the round pen and now was time to see what he would do outside in the water lot. Dad was horseback next to me on his horse.

My bronc took off around the water lot at Mach 9. I was holding on tight and Dad was yelling hold on. Between the pen and the perimeter fence is a small alley way. The only thing across this alley keeping horses and cattle in is a six foot wide piece of net wire fence. It is stretched in between the outside fence and the round pen. On the other side of this flimsy blockade is about 10 fifty-five gallon metal drums.

I am looking rather intently at this location as we round the third corner. The alley is only about six foot wide and about twenty feet long–and then there are the barrels. I am trying not to to jerk on the horse’s head and scare him even more. Despite popular belief, pulling on a horse’s head does not stop them. That is a trained response and the horse I was riding had forgot his brain when I put my foot in the stirrup.

When we entered the alley, I was pulling on him like a man whose parachute won’t open pulls on the rip cord. Forget everything I just said about the trained response thing. At this point, I would have carried my wife’s purse if I thought it would make him stop.

We hit that flimsy piece of fence just a tad under the speed of sound. The image of the horse flipping over the fence with me still on him was embedded in my head. I refused to think what it was going to feel like when we landed on the barrels. I felt the horse’s business end come up and I prayed for it to stop as I readied myself for the tumble. Like a car that is fixing to flip but doesn’t, he came back down and then turned himself inside out and headed in the other direction.

The next few moments are a blur and very hard to explain. The corral that is directly outside the round pen is made of two inch pipe with net wire surrounding it. Sometimes a horse will stick his head between the top pipe rail and the fence and push it down just a little to reach the grass outside the pen. I guess it was pushed down just enough for a two year old bronc to think that he can jump back into the pen through that opening–with me still on him.

I yelled a cuss word(s) as the horse lunged through that little space like a dog in an agility contest. I caught the top rail as it clothes lined me. The horse mashed me all the way down my back as he went through and I was stuck to the pipe holding on for dear life.

My feet kind of hung in the stirrups for just a second and pulled me completely horizontal as the horse was now in the pen and I was still hanging on to the pipe. When my feet let go, so did my hands and I fell towards the ground flat on my back. That was all good except the fence still held some and bent me in half with my highest point now being my belt buckle. I instinctively pulled my feet in and this caused me to flip right over on my head.

Dad finally got there on his slow poke and he jumped off his horse like a calf roper at the finals and yelled if I was ok. I held up on finger for him to wait. I was seriously thinking that the air would never return to my lungs. He kept repeating the question, but I couldn’t answer.

Finally I told him that I thought I was fine. Later on when we were finally able to laugh about it, he told me, “I don’t see why you laid there for a second. I didn’t see a drop of blood.” He was joking.

Hebrews 12:4 In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood.

Struggling against sin can be down right painful at times. But you will make it through. When we are finally able to rid ourselves of some of these monkeys on our backs, we will be able to look back and see that it wasn’t that bad.

Some people whine and say that life is too hard. Some people cry like kids and say that being a Christian is too hard, but in our struggle against sin, most of us have shed no blood.

Cowboy up and quit whining and do what God wants you to do. Even if it hurts a little bit.

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  • That is hilarious. I have to say that Heb 12:4 takes on a new meaning for me now. I always thought it had something to do with martyrdom, but now I can happily equate it to riding an insane horse with every intention of giving me flying lessons.

  • No bleeding here yet in my spiritual struggle. But I have had the wind knocked out of me a few times. Makes me appreciate the healing, forgiving, power of God. –Richard

  • Can’t say I quite got all of the horse maneuvers but I liked the analogy of fighting sin being painful. Another good post.

    Janis

    • Kevin

      Obviously I didn’t get all those maneuvers either or I would have stayed on! lol

  • Me thinks that you have a lot of horse trouble.

    Dying to one’s selfish desires is about as painful of an experience as I can imagine.

    • Kevin

      The smooth rides are kind of boring. The cowboy culture is the only one that I know of that celebrates the train wrecks of life. We’re fixing to put you in cowboy training. Lesson #1 – The proper use of the hot shot.

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