The Cure for Mad Cow Disease

by Kevin on December 14, 2011

I helped a friend move some cattle from one pasture over to the next. The vacated pasture had a windmill malfunction that would take longer to fix than the water would last.

I rode back out there a couple of days later because I had lost a tie string off my saddle. I know, it’s just a tie string, but I wanted it back. My Dad had made if for me.

I kept hearing the bawling of a cow and I abandoned my search for the tie string and went to look for a cow that shouldn’t have been there. What I found broke my heart.

She had been without water for two or three days, maybe longer. I don’t remember how long it had been now, but I know she was close to death. When I approached her, fully intending to offer my help, she charged.

You ever had a bee get after you? Imagine that same scenario, but instead of a bee, there is a 1,500 pound cow.

Her tongue hung out and her voiced anger shot out of her mouth along with coagulated saliva. She was close to death, but in her fear, she only knew to fight.

Without getting too close, I tried to push her towards the gate. I could have roped her, but I knew that would kill her. I finally gave up tryin’ to herd her and just went to open the gate.

As I threw the wire gap open, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. She had followed me.

I didn’t look back for fear that in doing so, it might drive her away, or into another fit of rage. I just plodded along towards the windmill.

I felt the poundin’ of the hooves before I heard them. I looked back and saw her comin’ at a dead run, or as fast as a nearly dead cow can run. Her mouth was wide open, but not a sound came out. She passed by us like we didn’t exist. She had caught a whiff of the water we were headin’ towards.

I stood back in the brush and watched that cow drink for a long time. At one point, maybe it was my soft-hearted imagination, but she seemed to look up at me. The only thing that came out of her mouth was water as it landed back in the trough, but her eyes seemed to say thank you.

At least that’s how I saw it. My eyes were kind of wet. My allergies must have been bad or something.

How the cattle moan!
   The herds mill about
because they have no pasture –Joel 1:18

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What are some things we can learn from this story?

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  • 1) You can lead healthy people to Christ, but only Christ can lead unhealthy people to himself…. and most of us are unhealthy.
    2) People need everlasting water, most don’t know it until they’re on the verge of death (of one kind or another)
    3) The people who lash out at the evangelist, are the ones who need him(her) the most.

  • Ed

    Why is it that we must get to the point of death (spiritual) before we can smell the sweet fragrance of Jesus?

  • Allie

    Just think of the enormity of our Gods plans: He KNEW when he put the thot into your Dad’s head to make you a tie string for your saddle, that one day it would be used, not just to save a cow, but to turn into a story that bring witness to HIS GLORY through your ministry.
    That boggles my mind as I try to comprehend how involved He is in every detail of our lives.

  • Greg Box

    That’s what I call a “God Wink” !! Thanks For The Great Message!

    All God’s Blessings To You And Your Family Always,


  • Paul Weatherby

    Not specifically on point, but I remember a guy who ran out of the Cozy Inn during a bar fight hollering “oh my God” and jumped in the back seat of my patrol car. I guess the Lord helped in some way because he was never seen in another bar to my knowledge.
    Happy birthday son, and I’ll make you another tie string.

  • This was a really awesome post…as always…but I also have a soft spot for animals. You know, this is a bit random, but my aunt “adopted” our dog, Rosie, three years ago. She was a bit of a wild dog and still is because she barks at ALL other dogs..but, she had been in a cage in a shelter for 18 months. Then my aunt saw her and was told what kind of trouble she was…and she was about to be euthanized. My aunt chose her anyway, loved her unconditionally and saved her life. Now Rosie is a sweetie dog (she still barks at other dogs, though) and I can’t imagine life without that dog. It reminds me of how close to death I was before I met Jesus Christ 🙂 🙂 🙂 Anyways, thanks for the great post. That’s nice of your dad to make you a new tie string 🙂

    Greetings from the ocean shores of California, Heather 🙂

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