Disbudding the Flock
After posting yesterday’s blog, I thought about our goat herd back on the farm years ago.
God spoke to me many times by using the farm maintenance and herd management quite a few times in the beginning of my pastoral ministry.
When the Lord made it perfectly clear to me that I was to pastor a church I was scared and I told him, “I can’t do this. I can’t be a pastor.”
He simply said, just treat them with the love you are treating your goats!
I understood that.
Simply put, I gave them food and water.
At one time, we had 60 head of goats.
When I got home, I would walk out here to check on my flock and they would come to the fence and greet me with their joyful bleating.
I would love it because they were happy that I had arrived and was about to feed them.
Are you happy and excited when you arrive to church and eager to be fed? Just asking?
When I entered in through the gate some would stand on the rear legs and put their front legs on me waiting for my touch of affection and for me to talk to them.
Others would stay back towards the rear ranks, but ears were perked jump and just waiting to hear my voice.
Are you the excited one or the back row member? I’m just meddling….
I would go to the feed trough and take a broom with me to sweep out the old residue left from the day before.
The goats did not care about the residue and would have eaten the food I threw in on top of it but I wanted them to have the best food.
I wanted them to have the unadulterated and purest food I could provide! That leftover food could cause some health issues later.
This food was a special mixture that I made for them 1-part- sweet stock, 1-part medicated chow and 1-part oats! I remember that because that was what worked the best! I mixed it a little at a time to be sure they got a really good mixture!
I attempt to do the same thing with the word of God as I feed the flock spiritually.
The word is unadulterated, but the mixture used to feed you is my concoction based on not just what you like but what works best!
Jesus changed the method but never changed the message, amen?
While they were eating, I would go to the water trough and dump the trough out and with my hands wipe the slime off the bottom.
Then rinse it out and fill it up with fresh water. They didn’t know or care that I was doing this as long as they had water to drink. But I wanted them to have the unadulterated and purest of the water that I could provide.
Good word, amen?
Then while they were eating I would caress them and assure them I was there for them and they liked that!
They enjoyed me petting them but while I was petting them, I was looking for blemishes! I was looking for wounds from trials and tribulations! I was looking for sickness! This is the job of the shepherd! Based on my findings I may have to administer medicine to the flock! One of the things I did with the youngest ones was hold them and check their heads for the budding of their horns! And when the time came, we had to disbud them for their own good. This protected the others around them from injury and kept them from getting stuck in the fence and possibly dying.
The disbudding process was a family affair because it took quite a bit of time to corral up the little ones that needed to be done and after the rest of the flock herd the first one screaming it was REALLY hard to catch the next one!
This disbudding process was something we had to do but we hated it! The little ones would SCREAM while the disbudding iron was on their head and the hair was burning and the mother was bleating from the other side of the fence slobbering as she trotted around back and forth along the fence not knowing what we were doing!
Then we sprayed the purple disinfectant on the open wounds and then gave them their shot!
So, during the disbudding process there would be chaos and trouble in the flock as they felt helpless and maybe even felt like I had become their enemy!
You ever been mad at the preacher?
You ever been mad at God?
Was it during your disbudding?
You know as soon as we released the little one, usually still screaming and the mother still bleating, the kid would run straight to its mother and start feeding on its mother! The bleating stopped immediately, and everything was basically back to normal except the babies were running around and playing with purple spots on the foreheads.
Nearly every Sunday, the Holy Spirit does some disbudding on the flock while I am preaching.
The only difference is in this case is you have a choice on whether or not to be disbudded!
Right?
But remember, we are blessed to have a FATHER that corrects us.
Job 5:17 NIV "Blessed is the one whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.
He disciplines those he LOVES
Proverbs 3:12 NIV because the LORD disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in.
When I think about the emotional pain I felt while disbudding the flock, I wonder how God feels when he has to disbud me.
May you be willing to be disbudded today and allow God to bring correction.
It ultimately saves us!
The biggest threat to the goats with horns is getting caught in the fence on a hot summer day in Texas!
They can be dead by the time I get home from work.
Without us being disbudded, could result in being caught in that spiritual fence of disobedience and we find ourselves spiritually dead!
Have a blessed day