Wild horses and hungry children…

How often has the question been asked, “Why does God let bad things happen?” Pictures and reports of the torture and abuse of both children and animals tear at our hearts. The most normal reaction in the world is to turn away, to change the channel, to mute the volume, until the evidence of horror is gone for the moment.

The nature of my work brings me reportage of gross cruelty to animals daily – especially horses. I, too, click frantically to remove the evidence from my computer screen. Like most others, I find the images hard to deal with. I don’t have enough money to save them all. We can’t rescue every pair of innocent eyes that seem to look directly into our soul, hoping for a connection that will bring a savior.

Wild horse trio

Homeless

Our hearts are meant to be torn

Humans and animals were created by God to live together in peace and harmony. It was the free will of man that caused the blood to flow, both literally and figuratively.

As Christians our hearts are meant to be torn, to bleed, when we witness the cruelty of man. But even in this, there is a promise; that our hearts will never be broken beyond repair. Should we not react viscerally to the evil perpetrated on the innocent, we would not be truly human, chosen members of the family of God.

God offered paradise. Man rejected God’s plan, thinking he had a better one. As is always the result, the innocent suffered, beginning with Abel who fell by his brother’s hand.

Video of hungry children anywhere is painful. The tragic circumstances of the wild horses of the western United States is currently front and center in the picture of man’s failure. The commercials that air on TV to request donations for the tortured and abused dogs and cats of our nation are painful to watch. They are meant to be painful.

We are not home yet

Children of God don’t run from this pain. It serves as a reminder of our failure; evidence of man’s arrogance, pride, and revolt. It also reveals a higher nature, one that is connected to a higher Spirit. Our present pain only reminds us that we are not home yet.

On Their Way Home

On Their Way Home

Character, conviction, and the actions they birth are the result of overcoming failure, both ours personally and that of mankind’s history. How do we do that?

First, get in right relationship with God. Exchange the failure of man for the promise and glory of the King. We will live in His kingdom. Only then will the original creation return – peace among all of God’s creatures. Joy will replace sorrow in that morning.

In the meantime, do what you can, when you can, for the children and the animals. Yes, your heart will be torn, but know that no one person can do it all, and God doesn’t expect you to. Bless those around you, both two-legged and four, with love, relationship, time, and care. You are not God. Man has delivered us to this place, but only God can get us out.

And He will. He promised. We have a Savior… that promise has been kept.

Relationship: It’s a matter of perspective…

Brides and grooms, on your wedding day, did you care more about the reflection of yourself you saw in the mirror, or the reflection of yourself you saw in the eyes of your beloved?

Earthly eyes covet beautiful things, but our spirits yearn for beautiful relationships.

Lynn sideways on Bo

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Many times people I meet when riding my horse, Bo, ask if he is for sale. They don’t really want him because he is a beautiful horse, what they want is the relationship he and I share.

By only a glance; only a touch…

When we desire a marriage like that special couple, who even after spending fifty years together, still hold hands and communicate deeply with only a glance or a touch; we don’t want that wife for our own, or that man for our husband – we want the relationship they model for us.

Christians who pursue the work of God frequently ignore their relationship with God, and concentrate instead on service alone. How do you see your reflection: in the eyes of other men, as in a mirror dimly, or your reflection in the eyes of God?

Finding the proper perspective

When we watch a horse and rider galloping along the crest of a hill, beautifully backlit by a golden orange sunset, we think, ‘How striking. How marvelous. What an emotional image.’

Does the picture change if you know that the horse is a runaway, and the rider in danger of severe injury?

Discernment comes from having the proper perspective. Correct perspective comes only by the Spirit. [Romans 1:21-23, 25]

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

“[Christian] workers break down because their desire is for their own whiteness, and not for [relationship with] God. Personal holiness is an effect, not a cause.” Oswald Chambers

AMAZING GRAYS - AMAZING GRACE

Book Cover

Relationship and perspective are two themes found in AMAZING GRAYS-AMAZING GRACE: Pursuing relationship with God, horses, and one another.

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What, me worry?

A blogger friend recently described his secret to staying positive and finding joy daily. His wonderful post is the inspiration for this one.

This is from the beginning of the fourteenth chapter of AMAZING GRAYS-AMAZING GRACE: Pursuing relationship with God, horses, and one another.

A Horse in the Light

Changed by Relationship

Each day is a new life, from the birth of morning and waking up to the death of evening and sleeping. We are made each day to come to God for our daily bread (Luke 11:3) whether the food is spiritual, mental, physical, or actual nourishment for our bodies. It was once said that if we live each day as if it were our last, one day we would most certainly be correct. Jesus cautions us not to worry about tomorrow; today is all we are guaranteed. Horses do not worry about whether the grass will still be green tomorrow or if the water barrel will still be filled.

Are horses wiser than we are?

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Authenticity and consistent relationships…

Why do people expect their children to behave better in front of strangers than at home, yet expect their horses to behave better at home than in front of strangers?

Both situations are the product of training and relationship. Why the difference? Perhaps the answer is two-fold.

  1. We expect our children to be able to discern situational nuance.
  2. Most owners understand that horses get creative when it is least convenient.
Train 'em while they're young!

Train 'em while they're young!

So, how do these simple observations explain the difference? When we teach our children to have inconsistent responses we get one set of manners for company and one for home. When we allow our horses to give inconsistent responses we get a quiet, obedient horse at home, and one who is likely to behave impulsively in an unfamiliar environment. Both situations appear to be woven from one common thread; inconsistent training.

Do You Ever Surprise Yourself?

We returned home last night after attending a beautiful family wedding in Seattle. Amid strange surroundings and among folks we don’t see often, I used phrases I don’t normally (nothing horrible) and deviated from daily routines (commitments) that caused me to ponder such things.

Horses are consistent and obedient through relationship with the one they consider their leader. Children are consistent and obedient through relationship with their parents.

Relationship Determines Behavior

Christians are consistent and obedient through relationship with God, their Leader and Parent. The inconsistency that produces two sets of manners in children is the fault of their parents, and the variance of behavior by a horse is the fault of its trainer. Authenticity in the life of a Christian is a product of relationship with God. It is a pretty safe bet that the fault for any variance will be ours.

Behavior is rooted in one of two habits; a habit of obedience or a habit of task. The habit of obedience leads to consistency regardless of setting. The habit of task only serves when location and circumstances remain the same.

Are your relationships with your children, your horse, or with God, based more on obedience or routine? I discovered I still need a little work on obedience.

Jeremiah, the USA, and Liberty…

Just in case anyone wonders, I write from a Christian perspective. With that said, these few verses from Jeremiah seem to sum up our national difficulties today. There’s not much I can add.

Jeremiah Chapter 2

5 This is what the LORD says: “What fault did your fathers find in me, that they strayed so far from me? They followed worthless idols and became worthless themselves.

7 I brought you into a fertile land to eat its fruit and rich produce. But you came and defiled my land and made my inheritance detestable. 8 The priests did not ask, ‘Where is the Lord?’ Those who deal with the law did not know me; the leaders rebelled against me.

What is the true source of Liberty?

Promise of abundance

11 Has a nation ever changed its gods? (Yet they are not gods at all.) But my people have exchanged their Glory for worthless idols.

17 Have you not brought this on yourselves by forsaking the LORD your God..?

28 Where then are the gods you made for yourselves? Let them come if they can save you when you are in trouble! For you have as many gods as you have towns.

34 … Yet in spite of all this (v35) you say, ‘I am innocent; he is not angry with me.’ But I will pass judgment on you because you say, ‘I have not sinned.’

37 …the LORD has rejected those you trust; you will not be helped by them.

The Good News

What is the true source of our Liberty? Revival within the family of God may bring a positive reversal of fortune for our nation. It begins with each one of us.

The State of the Union: Oh, dear…

On this beautiful, warm, misty winter morning we awake to a new act in the play of national politics. With the election of Scott Brown in Massachusetts we will see if the dialogue reveals new plot twists, or if the script will simply continue in predictable fashion, unchanged by this new player upon the stage.

Winter sunrise

Winter sunrise

What is the State of the Union today? Who is watching the actors play their respective roles in Washington and the state houses throughout the nation? How attentive is the audience?

A rude awakening…

This morning I had a conversation that both saddened and disgusted me. Can you imagine a highly compensated, thirty-something professional, conservative in viewpoint, firm in faith, who had never heard of the Tea Parties or the White House czars?

When the person with whom I spoke related this I was astounded. I know the parties involved, both the one who shared the story and the young professional himself.

When told of the fifty (plus?) czars appointed by President Obama, he asked with sincere incredulity, “Do you mean they actually call them czars?” The only tea party he’d heard about was in Alice in Wonderland. (Okay, that is an assumption…he sure didn’t know about the grass-roots movement making headlines for nearly a year now.)

Such stories are usually considered the stuff of urban legends, interesting but probably overstated or untrue. In this case, the complete disconnect from the state of our union is completely true.

Talk about misplaced priorities…

How can a citizen be so obtuse? The young man seems to know every player in the NFL, yet nothing about the precarious state of his country. As a Christian, has he also abdicated a responsibility to his fellows?

What is the true State of our Nation? Our nation needs prayer… lots of prayer. And, there are some young “patriotic Christians” who need a good swift kick you know where.

I have a dream…

On this Martin Luther King Day I was inspired to watch his 1963 speech at the Lincoln Memorial. What exactly was King’s dream? Has any of it been realized; do we yet hope for the dream to materialize? Or, has the dream turned into a nightmare?

The politics associated with the passage of the MLK holiday became an impediment to the dream itself. President Reagan signed the law in 1983; the last state to step into line was South Carolina, in 2000. If memory serves, the resistance to MLK Day wasn’t based so much on race, as the precedent it set by carving out federally mandated honors for any single man other than a President.

MLK

“Demonstration of Freedom”

Dr. King self-titled the 1963 gathering in Washington as a ”Demonstration of Freedom.” Who could take issue with that?

What freedoms did King petition for? Freedom from (forced) segregation, discrimination, and from being “exiled to an island of poverty in an ocean of prosperity.”

The check came back marked ‘insufficient funds’

Martin Luther King, Jr. called upon the people of the United States to make good the check written by Abraham Lincoln that acknowledged the right of every citizen to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Again, who would take issue with this? Dr. King did not demand unearned benefits for anyone other than the riches of “freedom, security and justice.”

Dr. King’s text stated, “this is the time to make real the promises of democracy.”

Who is responsible to make the dream come true?

The answer to that question is based entirely upon whose dream is being discussed. Is this the dream only of the Negro? (The reference used most frequently in Dr. King’s speech.) Or, does the citizenry as a whole share this dream?

The one responsible for making any dream come true is the one who had the dream in the first place.

Dr. King’s dream has been so politically-hyped over the past 47 years that the self-appointed interpreters of dreams have turned it from a rainbow worthy dream into a nasty nightmare. The motivation is often personal greed. There are two main reasons for any political action; conviction and greed. Often a skilled judge is needed to discern one from the other. I pray we judge aright.

Dr. King can no more correct the record on what his dream really looked like than John F. Kennedy can chastise present day politicians (of either party) for taxing our economy into submission.

If freedom, justice, and the pursuit of happiness is the dream of every American, then it is the responsibility of every American to make it come true. This accountability does not vary based upon skin color or ethnicity.

My dream…

… and my interpretation of Dr. King’s dream, is a United States with:

No entitlements, which only exacerbate segregation.
No forced segregation, but a recognition of personal preferences.
Honor afforded to all who earn it.
Financial reward commensurate with achievement.
Equal access to education.
Equal objective application of all laws.

Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream that we would be judged on the content of our character, recognizing that final judgment will be made by One much more powerful than any politician. If you share this dream, the responsibility for achieving that dream rests on us all.

Yesterday I needed therapy…

It was only Monday, but by early-afternoon I was fried. After a weekend of trying to figure out how to find and use copyright free images online, I had searched, copied, registered, signed-up, and still had not one picture to show for all my efforts.

I found a mesmerizing photo of a horse backed up by heavenly light; received permission from the photographer to use the work which was not copyright free… then was unable to find the image again to try and download it. I searched his site without success.

The last straw

Just as I had surrendered to a particular image website, I got an email from Linda Walker who is going to produce our first tiny little video. Her email listed the places I would need to go to find images, music, and sound effects. All of it required me to do just what I had spent the weekend attempting with abject failure. The last straw was a referral to that same site that had just bested me moments before.

I don’t get off-center easily. It is highly unusual for me to feel like I’ve been put into a bind, rushed to do something I am unprepared to do. Yesterday was like that. I sent an email back to Linda and begged off for the day. I went out and called Bo into the barn. I needed therapy.

Yesterday's therapist

Yesterday's therapist

Mistakes used well become lessons

After my time in the saddle on a glorious winter afternoon I recognized why I had become fried. It was, of course, entirely my own fault. No one required me to burn the candle on Saturday and Sunday. That was my own idea.

No one gave me a deadline of becoming adept at image retrieval by today. That was my own idea.

Yes, this is a skill I will have to master in the near term. However, my Boss does not give me work that He does not prepare me to do. He was probably watching me all weekend, shaking His head, waiting for me to figure it out.

The whole thing was my idea. That sums it up.

Finding peace

Have you ever seen a toddler run around so fast you know the only way they are going to stop is when their little fanny hits the dirt? Small children don’t have the coordination to do speed sprints gracefully. I don’t either.

Jesus taught His disciples one last lesson on the shore of Galilee the third and final time He appeared to them after the Resurrection. The seven fishermen had failed dismally to catch any fish after their long, cold, fruitless night on the water.

At dawn Jesus told them where, when, and how to let down their nets. The result was an amazing catch of 153 large fish. So great a catch and yet the net held fast. Jesus even had a hot breakfast ready when they got to shore.

The moral? We fail when we rely solely on our own experience and strength. If we do what we are asked, when we are asked, and how we are asked by God – our success if assured – and there will be a hot meal to sustain us.

I’m back in harness today. It’s a beautiful day. May you all be blessed.

Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. (John 14:27)

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Photo taken by Karen Smith, www.topshelfphotos.com

How old is middle-age?

Over coffee in bed this morning my husband and I tried to figure out how old middle age is. I am definitely middle-aged; no one in the room disagreed. The discussion really got rolling when we tried to determine whether or not my husband was still in middle age. I don’t think so; he’s not sure.

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The dogs had no opinion. They are smart little critters. They kept their heads down and pretended to sleep.

Do you speak ‘actuary’?

In order to understand the flavor of our conversation you need to know that my husband is a mathematician, having retired after nearly forty-years as a consulting actuary. If you don’t know what an actuary is you are not alone. Most folks don’t. Basically he was a mathematician of insurance.

So, his thought process wasn’t entirely on whether he is still middle-aged or has entered ‘elderly’; he was talkin’ confidence intervals, bell curves, ratios and such. As to the question itself, he wavered between upper middle-age and old.

After chewing on the question from a logical view, a statistical slant, and a looking-in-the-mirror perspective, we were unable to establish how old middle age really is.

If your kids are middle-aged, can you still be middle-aged?

Where does youth end? When do we leave grown-up and enter middle-age? When does middle-age frost over into elderly? Do we really even want to consider when elderly becomes old?

Nothing earth-shattering here, folks. It was just a very interesting and lively conversation. We got out of bed to go feed horses without establishing an answer to the question. We may have had a cacophony of creakiness as we got up, but we still got up and went to work anyway. Hey, that must count for something.

What do you think?

Don’t ever give up…

I skipped today. Not skipped as in passed over, but skipped as in frolicking.

For most folks that comment would be closely followed by this one, “So what?” Not for me. I haven’t skipped in more than two decades.

A Diamond Anniversary with my crutches

Just as recently as Christmas, I couldn’t walk without using a cane for nearly 48 hours and was perilously close to getting out the trusty crutches. My crutches and I will celebrate our 30th anniversary together next June. On the modern list that makes it our Diamond anniversary. And they said it wouldn’t last…

I have had bad wheels for so long that I can’t even imagine jumping up using each leg equally. I’ve tried. Even in my dreams I am handicapped.

It was a miracle

Thirty years ago I had a tiny accident; been more or less lame ever since. If you had asked anyone I knew in early 1988 if I would ever be a horse trainer you would have been laughed at.

Guess what? I trained, bred, exhibited and judged horses for 20 years. I believe in miracles.

Today is a miracle as well

I went out to the barn to give the horses a mid-morning snack. It’s fourteen degrees and windy. I hate cold.

Yet, on my return trip across the backyard I skipped. That’s a miracle.

It is always too soon to quit. Never give up.