My wife Charyl surprised me with Angus a few years ago. She learned of a poor little pony in Jacksonville who had broken loose from his halter, escaped his farm and was later found roaming freely on the interstate. Needless to say, the Highway Patrol wasn't too pleased and they told his owner either get him under control fast or find him a new home in a safer, rural place.
That's how we ended up with this lovable but mischievous little Scotsman. And I should have figured when she left for a horse show that Saturday morning, horse trailer and all but with no horse, that something was afoot. But it was early morning, I had yet to receive my morning dose of caffeine so I paid no notice, so when she returned later in the day she had the little stinker in tow with all of his splendor and spunk. He now shares a special paddock with his little friend, Sammy the Goat. Oh, they chase each other around a bit but they basically love each other. They are truly great roommates for one another.
We've decided that Angus needs a job to burn off some of his wealth of energy, so she is now training him for cart driving with the help of a neighbor friend who also has her yen for all things equine. He is progressing rapidly but every now and then he has a day when he's just down right ornery and yesterday was one of those days.
As Charyl was preparing to hook him up to the cart, he slipped out of his halter which was tied to the fence. It was home on the range time for the little stallion. Finally recovering him and retying him, this time with a double halter, he did it again, amazing us how he cold slip out of it. This time the recovery was even more difficult. As he was brought back to the fence to be held in place, Angus had a look on his face like he was just laughing.
Left with no other options, it was decided it was time for attitude adjustment. The stubborn little guy needed to understand the consequences of his actions. So with the training session suspended for bad behavior, Angus was cross-tied in the shade of the barn with only enough movement allowed to get to water. He kicked, he tried to buck, he lurched about trying to free himself but to no avail while he was observed from a distance. Finally, after about an hour he calmed down and resigned himself to his situation, peacefully standing while probably dreaming about the big mares in the next paddock, for this little fellow fashions himself as quite the ladies man.
After about two more hours my wife approached him and found him quite mellowed out, actually humble in his disposition which is a miracle with this little pony. She was able to get him to the horse trailer, loaded on with no resistance and returned him safely home. And then this morning he returned for another lesson and performed like the little gentleman that he isn't. But I guess the dose of humble pie did a world of good and we'll put that in the reference book for future use as needed.
But there is something else that was amazing that resulted. This morning in church when we were asked for praises, I told a shortened version of this story about Angus, explaining that he learned a little humility, something that Jesus expects of all of us. And to my amazement, the pastor announced that his sermon for the day was about humility.
Coincidence? I think not. God does truly work in mysterious ways, even using a little pony when it fits the place and time. God bless you all.