I tried one time to put myself in the middle of a group of Red Brangus Bulls that were fighting. I was actually on a large Ford tractor and I thought I was protected enough, or maybe I didn’t think it, just assumed it. I wasn’t. Those bulls were going to fight no matter what, even if I ran over them with the tractor.
And for all my trying to do good since these were expensive purebred bulls, I was almost collateral damage in the process. they came right up over the engine, legs flailing and flying all around me in the seat. I don’t remember getting hurt but it sure was a close call, chaos supreme.
I just let them fight. They clearly didn’t want any help from me. Those same bulls had ganged up on a big Simmental bull sometime before that and broke his leg. I had to take him to the hamburger shack where he fetched 1200 dollars instead of 5,000 or more, his healthy value.
Watching those fights was painful. Beautiful creatures intent on destroying each other. Once you’ve witnessed such belligerence, you hope to never see it again. It turns your stomach.
Watching the tragedy in Israel and Gaza gives me the same feel, many times over. I have the urge to jump in the middle and say STOP as loud as I can. But I’m sure that I would end up in a bad way and the fighting would still go on. It really hurts to see it.
My visits to Israel left me humbled and excited for having been to such a historic and holy place. I have so many snippets and memories of the land and the culture and the story that I feel like I’m at home there. But the fighting frightens me. A place that has had as much religion as Israel has and they have had so much conflict. It is too much to understand.
May there be a just peace soon. I say that with little hope for it historically, but much hope because of my faith in God. He does not want what is happening to continue I’m sure. We must hear His voice.