The Entanglements of Life

by Kevin on July 8, 2011

I remembered tying the end of the saddle strings in a knot, but my remembering must have quit on me. I forgot to undo the knot before I saddled the bronc. My how a little thing like a knotted saddle string can entangle us and make life painful.

I don’t mind getting on a bronc, it’s the getting off that always scared me. There is a magical moment when your right leg is suspended over the horse’s septic system, your left foot is lodged in a circle of iron, and there is a 0.4986 second window of opportunity for a horse to buck you off–and there ain’t a thing you can do about it.

Some folks from town had come out to the ranch to watch me ride this “wild” bronc. He wowed them with absolutely nothing. All of my building and blusteration about how rank this cayoose was wasn’t workin’ out to well. Broncs never play fair.

After forty minutes of nothin’, I decided that the horse had had enough. I aimed the fly-bait right towards the on-lookers and I wish I could say that we came to a perfect slidin’ stop, but we didn’t.

He bounced four times on his front legs…I lost three stirrups…He jumped side ways…And I checked the stability of the saddle horn for dear life.

When everything got settled, I swung my right leg over the horse to dismount, all the while explaining the difficulties of workin’ with young horses. This is where that dad-gummed knot that held the two saddle strings together comes in.

My spur slid right in between those two saddle strings that were tied together. I was unawares of this until my leg’s trajectory was rudely interrupted.

The rest. . .well, let’s just say it didn’t end very well for me. To be honest, I don’t rightly remember how I got kicked in the left shoulder and if I ever figure out who poured all that dirt down my throat, I will need to have strong words with him.

And there wasn’t anyone to blame for the entanglement but me…I hate it when that happens.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.

Hebrews 12:1


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  • Don Coyote

    Funny how that works. Follow the rope that’s wrapped me up like a monkey fist and find the other end in my off-hand.

  • I’ve only ever ridden horse once before and I ended up in the dirt again and again and again. The great thing about falling down like that though – I get the chance to get up and start again WITHOUT the knot. Thank God for Grace, man.

    • Oh boy, I agree with my friend Sage! Thank God for His grace. Getting back up and brushing ourselves off (or spitting the dirt from our mouth) in humility is a heckuva lot better than sitting in the dust wallowing in our pride insisting it was the horse’s fault.

  • That entanglement was not your choice- I think about things I have “chosen” to get tangled up in- Thank God He is gracious enough to rescue me from my own ignorance and set me straight! Keep on pressin’ on!

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