Humbly Humane

When summer began Hero, the 18-month-old steer was essentially wild.

One of his first encounters with man was to be roped and his testicles cut off. Back with his mother he likely forgot about his loss that day. He never seemed to forget about the evil ropes of doom and wanted no part of the upright beings at the ends of the ropes.

If he wasn’t already bigger than me I could still easily imagine how he felt, so I respected his space.

Before long he connected the rope creatures with food and water. During the next winter he would come running to the gate at feeding time.

Come spring his mother, “auntie” and “cousin” went away “to live on a farm” leaving him alone in the pasture. Afterwards he gradually became more open to humans.

After hanging around the vegetable garden fence all summer Hero became so comfortable with me he would gingerly nibble from my hand. I came to laugh at how he intimidated me the first time I power-walked the pastures. He pranced along with me, as if coaxing me to frolic with him.

Not long into summer the steer started begging for attention while I groomed the horses. The day Hero literally nosed my arm so I’d brush him too my internal red flags went up.

Hero is not a pet. Cole actually fussed at me for naming him (yeah, he didn’t read that post either). Unlike the horses who summer with us and then return to their people’s pastures for the winter, the steer will relocate to the freezer this year.

For two years I have recited the rule daily: never get attached to the livestock. Even so, something endears me to these bigger beings. I now feel sad when the lonely steer runs to the gate every time he sees me – too much like an 1800-pound puppy.

There were times in my life when I could relate to that steer. People hurt me, separated me from my loved ones and then left me alone and lonely. For a long time I too was very careful of upright beings.

Like the steer and most people I too learned that not all humans will hurt or harm us. Still we must watch for ropes – the things that can bind or hurt us.

Jesus knew about ropes – ignorance, fear, intimidation, greed and plain ol’ meanness. He knew about suffering for someone else’s sakes. With His life He demonstrated the best way to live is to forgive those who hurt us.

I want to use my life like that.

Oh, and thank You, God, that I’m not a steer.

“Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven… For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” Luke 6:37, 38 (NIV)




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12 responses to “Humbly Humane

  1. Having lived in Arizona, do you remember the Tex Earnhardt commercials where he listed his deals atop one of those fine beasts, and then ended with “Remember, this ain’t no bull!” Not everyone caught on that he was sitting on a steer.
    Living in trust is always better than living in fear, but it takes us a while to figure that out. Your post was a wonderful reminder.

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    • I remember! The elders laughing about it made me look up the difference. Grossed me out till I attended the family dog birthing 13 pups. Good times. Thanks again, Christi 💚🎄❤❇

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  2. Years ago we had a a friend in Germany who raised some pigs. One year we all had fin and named the kargest one Wilbur. The following year out friend got the biggest laugh telling us all who the special guest for supper was.

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    • An honor indeed. These past few years makes me more aware of not only God’s provision from the start, but or all He does for us that we so easily take for granted. Thanks for your input, Wally. Feel the blessings and keep praying it forward.

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  3. Bonnie

    I would love to print this one out. If you don’t mind. I really enjoyed it

    Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPhone

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  4. Jon

    My stepmother insisted on naming them all. And never failed to remind us we were eating Esmirelda (or some other) at every meal in which Esmirelda graced my plate on any visit home that winter. I guess I just learned to respect the gravity of that heifer’s contribution.

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  5. That is too sad. I like eating my meat not knowing it came from an animal like Hero. I think I’d end up a vegetarian otherwise.

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    • I know, right? Since I have been here I eat far less meat and lots more fish. I can honestly say I’ve never hugged a fish. Perhaps this will be a shout out to those of us who grew up never thinking twice about the neatly wrapped packages from the grocery store. Part of the biblical view of life helps me to appreciate absolutely everything more.


  6. Great thoughts! Forgiveness is so important!


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