Note: A bit of levity for our readers.)
We owned a
bit of land on top of mountain. The main foliage on this
mountain was a tall plant called Salmon Berry. Now, this plant
grew to be 6 to 8 feet tall and had thorns that attached to a
paper thin skin, so when you brushed it the thorns embedded
themselves into your skin. "Get goats" a neighbor advised, so we
did. Goats eat most anything and it seems they love the taste of
Salmon Berries. Tessa was the matriarch and Tassel was the
said that if it won't hold water it won't hold a goat, and we
could count on Tassel to escape no matter how secure we thought
our fence was. On the west side of our property was a sheer
drop-off. The fence ran along the top and no critter in its
right mind would dare to think of plunging down the cliff.
Tassel was not in her right mind.
One day she
saw fit to pry up the fence and plunge to the bottom of the
canyon, which was so overgrown with salmon berries that we
couldn’t be sure that there was, in fact, a bottom. When we
noticed we had a missing goat we went looking for her and soon
heard her calling from the depths of the salmon berries. The
cliff was so steep that even a goat couldn't climb out!
Now, let me
describe my husband. He was a very large man, standing 6'4" tall
and 250 pounds. He had a heart of gold, but had always been very
quick to anger. When he met Jesus, the change in him was
amazing. One change was that his anger was easily controlled; he
began to see things from God's perspective. This turned out to
be a good thing for Tessa, who was very concerned about her
friend Tassel who was at the bottom of the canyon.
tried to figure out how to get the goat out of the pit, Ron
decided to fix the fence. As I said, this land was on the top of
a mountain and aside from the sheer drop-off, the rest of the
goat pen was steep. Fixing the fence required Ron—who was almost
crippled with one artificial knee that just didn't work right,
and another that needed to be replaced, to dig in with his toes
and cling to the mountainside with one hand to keep from
sliding downhill. He used his other hand to mend the fence.
swelled with love for this man, who didn't particularly like
goats but knew I loved them, and he wanted to please me. I had
been in the house and was going to take Ron some water and help
if I could. The sight that met my eyes caused me to almost drop
to the ground in fits of laughter! There was Ron, clinging to
the mountain side for dear life, fixing the fence...with Tessa
on his back! She was worried about her friend and was earnestly
looking down the cliff from the height of Ron's back.
Oh, how I regret not
taking a picture! But I pulled myself together, pulled Tessa off
of Ron and into the
barn. The fence was
fixed, the goat was rescued, and once again Ron was my hero. The
fact that we didn't have goat barbeque for dinner that night is
a testimony of the power of God to change a person.