Herefords, Horn Weights,and Prairie Town Revival

A Friday evening here where the northern plains meet the north woods. Its lookin like a line of rain is racing in from the Dakotas for later this evening around here. The rains have been so much a blessing this year that I hardly know how to act anymore. I just came in a couple minutes ago and as I was coming in I seen the neighbor was combining oats. They were hauling in two gravity boxes of grain to auger into the bin. Maybe they’ll get mostly done this evening, I kinda hope so because I want to combine Monday and Tuesday when I have a little help available around here. The neighbor and us both have our own combines, both have John Deere 4400s, but we share the same grain head. No big deal, and it makes a little sense too. In reality our grain harvests are only a day or two long each. So, why should two different farms go through the expense of having two different grain heads. I can wait a couple days and the weather is looking good coming up. Our combine is totally ready to go, just gotta quick tach the head on Monday morning and get out there when its dry enough.

The other day I was driving around the pasture on the south place, just checking fencer batteries and stuff and slowly drove through the cow herd out there. Now, for years and years we mostly raised Black Angus, but I always had a small herd of Herefords that I kept around too. Lately I’ve been expanding the Hereford herd. Mainly because of their temperament which I truly enjoy. Those Angus are good cattle but those old Herefords just seem to keep on plugging no matter what. I sure learned that in the droughts we had. The Angus would suffer and the Herefords would thrive. Anyway, as I drove through the herd out there I noticed a beautiful Hereford bull calf with a set of horns sprouting. For me that’s a first in a long time. Now this bull calf is breeding bull material and our herd is large enough where I supply a good number of breeding bulls just for ourselves. Many are better than any a person could ever hope to purchase. These are from cows that prove themselves time after time. Looking at that calf I seen memories of decades ago come back to life. When I was a youngster we had Herefords on the place. I grew up with them in my early years. I remember saving a bull calf or two way back then, and what I remember was attaching the horn weights to the growing horns to make them curl downward and get the high class Hereford bull look. I decided out in the pasture the other day to do what we did back in days gone by and put weights on the horns. That’s get done starting in a few months once they grow out a bit. Trouble is I only found one horn weight from years ago laying around the place and so I Googled up the words Horn Weights and found they still sell them, only a different type than we had years ago. But I figure I’d better order me a pair and get that bull calves horns growing out proper later this year. The Hereford bulls that I buy are horned and the ranchers don’t use horn weight, they saw the horn tips at an angle and that’s supposed to cause them to curl down the way they tell me, but I have never seen that work on any that I ever bought. They just grow out straight and that’s the end of it.

Boy, when I get on the subject of beef cattle I can rattle off forever! But a finer life I can’t imagine! The other day in a post I mentioned a small book I’m reading, actually I read it already, and I’m just going over and over it. Its called Apostle Cowboy Style. I truly love that book, its so down to earth, with real people in it.Or should I say my kind of folks, country folks. Anyway, its about rodeo and also farm and ranch ministry. I like the rodeo stuff but the farm and ranch stuff really catches my eye! Here’s a little bit about when they ministered in a small town about eight hours west of here.

I think everyone was shocked at the size of the crowd in the little Congregational church that night. The building was packed. The pastor was more than gracious and after a few songs turned the service over to me. It is very difficult to describe what happened from that point. The Spirit of God fell in that little church so powerfully that my watch stopped and the taping equipment (more than one set) failed to operate. I felt caught up in a vacuum, totally enveloped in God’s Spirit. I opened my mouth and out came a torrent. Ann and others later told me that I preached the Gospel from beginning to end, emphasizing the present day ministry of Jesus Christ, who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. I imparted God’s yearning to heal the sick and the need for the baptism in the Spirit of God to carry out the ministry of Jesus today.

Nobody moved; it seemed they hardly breathed. It was as though the Holy Spirit reached into every person and gripped them by the reins of their heart and said, “Listen up. I have somewhat to say to you. Its time to quit playing church and demonstrate Jesus”. When I quit speaking, my knees buckled and I sank down on the first pew. No one moved for a long while. Eventually the little pastor arose and came to the front and stood there shaking his head as though to bring himself to. He finally said, “What can I say? God has spoken to us tonight!”

The book is plump full of things like this, rural ministry, in the land that nobody notices, but God does! God moves out here too! Not only in big cities and suburbs, but in those out of the way places that don’t get a second glance from the “important” ministries today. This is the mission, to spread the Gospel down the back roads, to folks that can talk cattle, weather, crops, and a multitude of other things that you won’t find anywhere else. Tough people, hard working people, that need God made real to them. To have moves of the Spirit that breaks all the rules! In that same story that I wrote it tells about all the young people that came foreword to receive Jesus, but that ain’t all. Toughened farmers and ranchers came up in droves to, not only at that service but the outdoor services at the rodeo grounds. God moved in a small prairie town!

This is what this blog is all about. Just real people, normal folks out in the countryside. And simple rural ministry to go along with the farming and ranching. I thank each and every reader here too! When I started this blog I didn’t know how it’d go but believe me, its going. The numbers are even better than the old Northern Farmer blog! I just pray that it blesses those who read it.


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  1. Hi Tom. Man the corn should be about 15 feet tall by now with all this rain. Should be a fun fall of harvesting. Just wanted to day that Troy says the meat he bought is great. He’s amazed on the difference. Looks like we’re about to get hit by rain here also. Wish it could warm up a tad though. Have a great one.

  2. Evening RJ!

    The corn sure is looking good! I don’t know how much rain we just got, I see its brightening up to the west as I write, but the driveway is full of puddles! What a year, what a blessing getting rains after all these years without! Glad to hear that Troy and company are happy with the beef, cause I know its good stuff! Plenty more where that came from too 🙂 And thanks for sending him over this way!!

    God Bless!

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