Does God Punish The Cruel ?
Friday, August 19, 2011
Many years ago when we found out that our baby would never walk, my wife and I did many things to try to bring delight in our child's life to make up for the shortcomings, and abilities she would never have, or easily enjoy.
I wanted a real live large horse for our child. I believed that a horse just might help Becky to acquire some sitting down balance if Becky could be put on a saddle of a real horse. A moving horse might help her to learn how to maintain a sitting balance.
One day my mother surprised us. She purchased a horse for only fifty dollars. The horse was delivered to us from a well off person. However the horse , when it walked out of it's trailer, it simply stood up a short while, and then laid down as if it wanted to die.
The horse belonged to a young daughter of the man who abused the animal . For some reason her father would not buy food for two horses owned by his daughter. One of the horses was a white Arabian ,and our horse was a former show horse that had been in parades. I never saw the man that abused the animals.
When I saw the starved horse lying down in our yard, my first thought was to have the girl's father arrested for cruelty to animals, but someone talked me out of doing that , but I always remembered what was done to the animal, and who did it, and I would make sure that authorities would keep a close eye on him , or any animals that he owned.
The girl cried who loved her horse, but I told her that we would take very good care of her horse Gladys .She said she would come to visit her horse now, and then, and she did, and I told her that if she ever wanted her horse back that she could have it, if it would be taken care of properly. However the girl told me that she would not worry because her horse was getting a good home for a little cripple girl.
I called our veterinarian. He gave the horse a shot, and said she was under nourished, and that she would do much better when she starts eating . The horse seemed to like Becky, and we fed her oats, the really good stuff that horses like. We bought bails of hay for her as well. We gave her fresh water daily for more than thirty years. The horse was eight years old when we got her. She lived about thirty eight years. Our vetenarian said that our horse was the oldest horse he had ever seen when we had to put her to sleep.
It took a few weeks, but the horse began to look very beautiful, and every day Joann , and I would take Becky outside to visit her horse so that she could pet her. I bought Becky a pretty red saddle, some brand new cowgirl boots, and a cowgirl hat so that she would enjoy her rides on her horse.
Gladys seemed to like Becky, and seemed to realize that she had to move very slowly for Becky, and for us so that we could hold Becky up on top of her horse, and guide the horse around the yard as well.
Becky loved riding Gladys. It made her forget that she was cripple. Becky was two years old.
For many long years we took good care of Gladys for Becky, and everyone in our town new Becky had her own horse. Gladys lived a very long time. She had her own pasture, and she ate good hay, and good sweet feed , and was loved by many children that would pet her by her fence. Sometimes we would give children apples, or sugar to give to her. When she became too old , and could not stand up, I had my veterinarian put her to sleep, and I covered her with a large white sheet, and then I had her buried in her pasture. It has been a long time since she has been gone, but Joann , and I still hear her calling for feed. It is funny how the mind by habit can hear certain sounds that no longer exist. My father, when he was alive, he would open the gate to her pasture, and let Gladys run free. The horse would make circles around our houses , and then return to her pasture. She loved my father, and all of us I guess, as much as we loved her.
In my life I have bitter feelings against those who are cruel to animals. I try to leave vengeance to the Lord, but that is not always easy to do.
One day my mother told me that there was a plane crash. Mom told me that the man that was cruel to the horses was killed in the crash.
I do not know really , and truly how God deals with cruel individuals, but I wondered if the cruel fellow asked God for forgiveness , or had ever prayed to God for what he did. Was it simply just a coincidental plane crash , or maybe the wrath of God.
I could never allow and animal to starve to death. That would be the cruelest rottenest thing on earth you could do to and animal when food is not that difficult to acquire. What good did all his wealth bring him, maybe and expensive coffin to lay his wretched soul into.
I hope he became a better man before he passed. I hope he became a loving man before he went away. I hope he became a man with a heart before he took his dirt nap, because and eternity of nothingness is the prize earned I am told for cruelty , and attempted murder of and innocent beast.
I really do especially hope that he had changed his ways before he exited, and did some good to make up for the rotten things that he did before he departed .
God , Dear God, Forgive me for the bitterness in my heart that has lingered for so long in my soul as well, because I am not always one hundred percent sure where I belong when I am gone. I hope , and pray dear Lord that when I die that I will see my lovely wife, and daughter happy somehow in a paradise before I too face you dear Lord. I have had a vengeanced heart , a kind of warriors heart toward the evils that peril us on earth. My nature has it's flaws, and I truly do not know if you can forgive me for all I have felt that may not exactly be as it should have been . There is a part of me that lingers like all men that await battles , and swords.
God Bless Everyone