Introduction
Howdy, y'all! To readers in East Tennessee, don't we need more rain? It's been too dry for too long! That was my dry humor on yet another partly cloudy day. I reckon the rain may come later this afternoon as usual, unless it goes around us again.
The inspiration for this article comes from “The Bull and Baseball,” on Blind Pig & the Acorn, by guest writer Garland Davis, 7/22/2022. Please pause reading here to read that article. It's downright funny! Garland Davis explains how the bull “. . . took up the shortstop’s position.” His words created a video image in my mind! I commented on that article on 7/22/2022. Thanks, Tipper, for publishing Garland's article!
This is Not the Bull
The photograph below is not a part of my story. It, however, may help you imagine the video, which I hope that my story creates in your mind.
By the way, the bull is not “in the barn!” He's in the barnyard. That bull does look big and mean, as the bull that my mental image video hopefully creates in your mind.
My Hornets, then the Bull Story
The Setting
When I was a boy, Mom and Dad rented the old Livesay place. It was just off Dead Man's Curve, as it was called, near Highway 11W in east Hawkins County, Tennessee. The old farmhouse had an upstairs and downstairs. The coal furnace was in the unfinished basement. Mom stored her canning on basement shelves. A pump piped spring water from the spring house to the house. The spring house was about 100 yards or so from the house. Dad heated with either coal or wood. I busted up a lot of coal and split a lot of wood. The wood stove in the living room and the coal or wood stove in the kitchen helped the furnace when and if it worked. We knew how to sleep under several layers of blankets in the winter. Mom and Dad moved us to our new home in 1974, the year that I started high school. The old Livesay place served Mom, Dad, and us four boys. My youngest brother was born in 1973, so he doesn't remember the Livesay place very well.
The Livesay homeplace was part of the Livesay farm. I had a lot of fun roaming the fields and hills. Two barns, another barn for tractors and such, a smokehouse, a chicken coop, and an old two-seater outhouse were meant for exploring, well, except for the outhouse. We had indoor plumbing.
I'm the eldest of four boys. I was lucky to have two guys as friends, my age, who lived nearby. We all lived within a few cow fields of each other. One of the guys had a younger brother, who was about the age of my brother, next to me in age. The five of us boys hiked, camped, built a couple of treehouses, jumped our bicycles across cow ponds, swung on grapevines, skated on frozen ponds, snow sledded, and had firecracker and BB gun wars. We also had tobacco stick wars in barn rafters. We had a lot of fun together. I'm surprised that we survived childhood.
The “Jump from the Barn Loft” Game
One game that we played was “jump from the barn loft.” One of the barns had a ladder that led up to the loft. The loft had a door, usually open, that opened to the ground below, where humans, cattle, tractors, and wagons could come and go. Through that door, hay bales were tossed from the ground up to the loft, or vice versa. The drop from the loft to the dirt below was about six feet or so, as I recall.
My buddies and I often played “jump from the barn loft.” It was fun! Sometimes we played tag while doing it. In a who-got-tagged order, we would form a line and take turns jumping from the loft to the ground below. Then, we would go back around, climb back up, and jump again several times until we got tired.
My Last Jump
On a sunny summer day, the five of us boys were hard at our game! We'd been at it a while. It was getting close to noon, which is dinner time, or “lunch” as Yankees call it. Mom had vittles ready for us. We were hungry.
I was the last to jump. My buddies had already jumped and were heading to the house. Alone, I must have been piddling around for a while. Start your mental video recording now. Finally, I smacked the top of the loft with my left hand before I jumped. I remember yelling, “Geronimo!” I was feeling my oats!
The Hornets, then the Bull
I don't know why we had not noticed the hornets' nest up in a dark left corner! I had smacked their nest! Hornets came down after me, once I landed on the ground!
The situation soon went from bad to worse. A bull, standing a few feet away, greeted me. We had been warned to watch out for him. The bull dug a front hoof into the ground and snorted.
I took off running from the barn through the field and toward the house! The fence line was about 20 yards away from the barn. The house was about another 50 or so yards from the fence line. Hornets stung me several times as I ran from the bull, which was chasing me in hot pursuit. I could hear him snorting, while the hornets were stinging me, as I ran.
I outran the bull and slid under a barbed wire fence just in time. Our dogs, Bandit and Blackie, had dug out the spot to crawl under. I was saved from the bull!
The hornets, however, were still after me. I had to jump over a gate to get to the gravel road that led to the house. Usually, I had to climb over it. That day, I managed to jump over it! I ran through the open screen door into the kitchen. Beforehand, I recall hollering, “Open the door! Hornets are chasing me!” Someone held the door open. The metal spring closed the door automatically, once I was inside. That stopped the hornets. Hornets bounced against the screen door for a while. They gave up and flew off eventually.
Mom, bless her heart, treated my several hornet stings, mostly on my neck and head. Finally, I ate dinner. I had to take it easy for a couple of days, while Mom treated the hornet stings until they healed. My buddies and I didn't play “jump from the barn loft” for a while, if we ever did again. You may turn off your mental video recording. Be sure to save the tape!
Conclusion
Over the years, I have told my “the hornets, then the bull” story many times. I've shared it with young folks at youth rallies, church camps, and so forth to make a spiritual point, which I will do next.
The inspired apostle Peter wrote (emboldening added for emphasis):
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.
And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast. To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen. (1 Peter 5:6-11, NIV)
The inspired James wrote (emboldening added for emphasis):
Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. (James 4:7, NIV)
I “resisted” those hornets and the bull by running away quickly! My “resistance” did not force the hornets and the bull to flee from me. I had to flee from them!
The devil, or Satan, is a “roaring lion,” who wishes “to devour” us. Satan, however, is not as powerful as we think he is. When we submit to God, cast our cares on Him, endure suffering for a little while, and resist the devil, then Satan will run away from us! Yes, Satan may “devil” us plenty, but only a little while, when we think from the everlasting perspective.
Lord, my faith stands firm and trusts in you! Devil, I resist you by faith in Christ, so tuck your tail and run away from me! Satan, you lose. God wins. I stand firmly with the winning team.
Y'all are welcome to share my “hornets, then the bull” story, either for fun or, more importantly, to help folks tell the devil to go run off somewhere else and leave them alone! That lying Satan will flee from folks, who submit to God and resist him.
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