Moving on To Greener Pastures

Everyone has heard of death being referred to as someone moving on to greener pastures. This sermon is not about death so that saying has no meaning here. If you’re looking for the death thing you’re in the wrong spot.



Today’s Sermon:

By Sister AniD2

When I was growing up there was this one particular road we always took over the river and through the woods to go to my Grandmother’s house. Being a tight knight family, it was a pretty frequent trek. On the way there was this big green and gorgeous pasture with quite a few horses in it. We always drove by but never stopped.



Then one day when we were driving by I saw a new arrival in the pasture! One of the mares had a little colt. I proceeded to beg my mom to stop and of course she did. Luckily we had some groceries in the back and she let me pull out a little carrot to feed to the little fella. I walked over to the fence and after much clucking and coaxing I got him to come over to the fence. He was still a little wobbley, but he loved the carrot.



From then on we’d stop whenever we were driving to Grandma’s. I’d hop out of my car with a treat and here my little buddy would come bucking and running up the pasture to me. That’s how he got his name, and from then on we called him Bucky. Months slowly passed and Bucky was getting bigger and bigger he still would race up the field to me whenever I’d stop… but the bottom half of the pasture had been sold to a big company. After all the “animals” didn’t need that much land and what better place to put a warehouse?



Some of the horses were moved because it just wasn’t big enough. But not my Bucky! He stayed. Another few months and even more of his beautiful pasture was sold off. This time to put in a Coca-Cola Plant and parking lot… They quickly built it… couldn’t have all that useful land going to waste!



More of Bucky’s friends were moved and all that were left were Bucky and his mom. They were living in a little bitty area shoved in between the road and the warehouses. He still loved to run but there was nowhere to do it. He’d come as fast as he could whenever we stopped but I could tell he wasn’t happy. He no longer had his beautiful big pasture. Now it was just a pitiful little field.



I wanted to take him away to a place where he could run and play and buck all the way to get his treat. I patted him on the nose and scratched his cheek and said that I’d find him a better place away from all the noise and buildings and cars if he was mine… he snorted his agreement. I hugged his neck and told him I’d see him next week. I loved Bucky, my feisty little colt with so much life and it made me mad that Capitalism was once again reigning king and taking it’s subjects lands away (of course at that time I didn’t know the word Capitalism but I still hated it.).



The next week I got quite a shock when we drove up and parked by the field. Right under Bucky’s favorite three was a big backhoe, and a sign saying future home of some office space renting company. Of course why didn’t I think of that…



There were mounds of dirt. My Bucky was gone…



Mom said they’d moved him to greener pastures where he’d be able to run and play again. I was very sad as all little kids are when things change but I knew Bucky would be happier without the money grubbers (early childhood word for corporations and money hungry governments), and the traffic and the buildings. I never saw my Bucky again. But somewhere out there is a horse who remembers this goofy kid who used to feed him apples and carrots… Who knows maybe he had a kid of his own too! I’ll never forget the little fella that’s for sure, he always fascinated me.



And the moral of this one… no matter how much or how little you have contact with others you will have an effect on them. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do about the circumstances that they are in, but you can do your best to make their life better, and in the process make your life better. Sure a lot of times they will move on to greener pastures… or you will, but when it’s said and done what will they remember? Someone full of life with places to go? That really nice person that changed their life? Or something else… or nothing at all? Think about it.



A move to greener pastures doesn’t necessarily mean the end, that’s your choice.






 

the word was delivered at:
¶ 12:01 AM