by Jake Hershey on November 11, 2012

It never ceases to amaze me how God sometimes chooses to speak to my heart.  More often than not, it seems that He does it through animals.  In particular, he does it through horses.  This is a good thing, as I don’t spend much time around giraffes, rhinoceros’, duckbilled platypus’, or anything other than horses, dogs and cows.  I went to go look at a horse I was interested in buying this week.  I saw the add on the internet and although the picture wasn’t very good, the price was right and after talking to the cowboy that was selling him, I decided it was worth taking a look.  I followed the directions I was given to a ranch at the end of a dead end road.  I saw the set of green working pens (the landmark I was given) and knew that I must be in the right place.  I stopped and got out, but there wasn’t a cowboy or horse in sight.  I called the man selling the horse and he told me they were a few minutes away and that they’d be right there.  In a few minutes, a single cab flatbed ranch truck with two cowboys in it attached to a half top gooseneck trailer with two saddled horses in it showed up.  We shook hands and I was told the horse in question was on the trailer.  Both horses were unloaded and that’s when I saw it… kryptonite…the horse I came to look at was a roan.  Superman’s weakness was a rock called kryptonite.  For some women, it’s chocolate or diamonds.  Many a cowboy has been talked into free labor because of a weakness for beer.  My weakness however, is a roan horse.  And I’m not the only one.  Many a horse has been bought in spite of poor confirmation, looks, attitude, etc., for one reason and one reason only.  And that reason is….color sells.

The cowboy told me that they were just about to go ride through some yearlings and rope and doctor anything that needed it.  He said if I had the time, I could just throw my wood on ol’ roany and go with them.  I happened to have my trailer with a horse in it also, so I threw my saddle on the roan horse, the other ranch hand threw his saddle on my horse and off we went.  I was pressed for time so we rode for about 45 minutes, roped and doctored one and headed back.  The man selling roany said he liked me and lowered his price substantially.  I still wasn’t sure, so he told me to take him home and try him out.  I figured, “Why not?”.  So that’s what I did.  My wife came home from work to find a big boned, stout made, fairly tall roan horse standing in the pasture.  She politely asked me, “What in the heck is this?”

Her question was well founded, as I had been telling her for weeks that I had made up my mind I was going to find a short, stocky little cowpony to day work on….preferably something with good papers.  This horse wasn’t short, was too thick made to just be called stocky and looked like the only papers he came with were a negative coggins test.  But, as I explained to her…he was a roan.

He’s really not what I had in mind when I started looking and darn sure doesn’t have any papers….but he is a roan.

All this got me to thinking about papers on a horse.  Some folks won’t own a horse if it’s not registered and bred a certain way.  Others could care less.  Me, I’ve got certain blood lines that I like-but I can’t afford anything bred that way.  It’s very true that certain bloodlines in horses more often than not produce certain desirable characteristics like being “cowy”, good temperament, athleticism, speed, etc.  But I’ve also known some sure enough nice grade horses, too.  A good friend, top hand and sure enough Christian cowboy once told me, “With a horse, it all comes down to heart, desire, attitude and the master’s hands that are training on it.”

There’s a lot of truth to that.  And not just with horses.  With people, too.  Some folks come from a long line of “proven” winners.  For generations their family has been exceptional athletes, scholars, cowboys, etc.  Other folks might not come from such outstanding blood.  Maybe you’re one of them.  Maybe the only thing your family is known for is being alcoholics, drug addicts, abusive, or lazy.  If that’s the case ya need to know something that we all need to remember.  God doesn’t care about papers on a person.  As a matter of fact, there are no “grade” human beings.  God created each and every one of us with a purpose in mind.  None of us are accidents.  We were all “bred” for a certain purpose.  We all have different things we excel at, but our purpose is the same…to answer the Master’s Call.  It’s up to every single one of us to take the gifts we’ve been given and use them to build God’s herd.  You are not an accident.  You are not “grade”.  You come with the best set of papers there is…the bible.  Those papers say that as follower of Jesus Christ, you’re part of God’s family.  They also say things like you’ll do greater things than Jesus himself did and that you’re an heir to all of your Father, God’s kingdom.  You and me ain’t grade.  Matter of fact, we’re papered out the wazoo.  If we’d just allow ourselves to be guided by the Master’s hands, we’d all do the great things we’re meant to.

Remember your papers and show the world what you were meant to do.

‘Cause let’s face it, we can’t all be roans.

…that we might receive the full rights of sons.  Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba, Father.”  So you’re no longer a slave, but a son; and since you’re a son, God has made you also an heir.  Galatians 4:5-7


Jake Hershey 11/11/12

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  • Taylor Hill

    Well said.

  • That’s a pretty good perspective, my friend! Thanks! I’m thankful that I have good papers myself! Of course, my weekness has turned to paints….

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