I am pleased to present, “What JoAnn Writes”:
Dung Happens
By JoAnn Wegert
Oh Brother!
There was NO WAY I was going to let those boys get away with ignoring me again! I was tired of my brother ditching me when his friends came over. I was more valuable than that! As they set out on their adventure, I was right on their trail.
They didn’t notice me at first, but I kept trudging along following their every move. When they went into the granary filled with cow corn still on its cob, I went in right behind them. If they saw me they acted like I was invisible. They climbed the mound of corn, checked out the antique equipment in the rafters above, and then headed back toward the door.

As I trailed them into the barn, I saw their feet entering the hay-filled loft. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like my fear of heights allow those boys win this one! Up the ladder I went; across the stacks of freshly baled hay into the old side of the barn.
By this time I knew they were aware that I was their shadow. Their pace increased, as they slipped through the recesses of the rafters into the oldest, most rickety part of the loft. On the south side of the barn was a cow feeder. It was built so hay could be taken from the loft & dropped directly into the feeder. The bulls in the pasture could eat at their leisure w/out us ever having to go into their territory. I never minded feeding the bulls this way.
What had started as a determination to be included had turned into a fear-factor type competition. My brother knew my fears all too well. He knew the surest way to get me to head back with the girls up at the house was to go where the bulls dwelt.
That is exactly what he did.
He and his friend slipped from the second story loft down the side of the feeder; directly into the pasture. By this time I was more angry than frightened. I verbally made my presence known; challenging his attempt to leave me in the dust.
“You can’t get away from me!” I stated indignantly!
“Oh yes I can!” was his firm reply.
His friend laughed as they headed toward the shed in the middle of the barn yard. I stared at the bulls as I hung from the feeder’s edge deciding what to do.
“They shouldn’t be allowed to treat me this way!” I thought as I swallowed my fear and chased after them again.
I had never been to the bulls shed. Any work needing to be done in this barnyard was assigned to the boys, and THAT was just fine with me! This is the shed where the cows hung out in a rain storm, or on a hot summer day; covered under its shade and protected from the elements.
My brother and his friend entered the shed with ease. They stepped onto the ledge between the building’s footer and the wooden structure. They began to walk around the edge in an obvious attempt to send me back to the house.
I was determined to follow. As I got closer to the shed I realized the cow manure was getting deeper and deeper. I had to jump to avoid getting stuck in the cow-mud. I was able to make a leap toward the shed.
My foot reached the ledge as I grabbed with my hand for something to steady myself. Nothing. I began to loose my balance. I had no choice but to come off the ledge, into the knee deep cow manure. Both feet sank deep. As I tried to pull them up the vacuum-like swish sound could be heard as I made several attempts to remove my feet from the thick smelly stuff.
Finally I gave a strong heave upward with my one leg; only to loose my balance. Now, not only were my feet in the manure, but my bottom and hands as well. Sinking deep into the manure, I cringed at the sound of the two boys laughter. Covered in manure I had no choice but to end my pursuit.
Sticking to it, even when it life is difficult is a good thing, is it not? Didn’t James 1 teach us that though our faith is tested, we walk away more mature and complete if we persevere? I’m telling you; I felt neither mature nor complete after that episode! The first 12 verses of James tells us the why’s and how’s of perseverance. But sandwiched between verses we find these words:
“The brother in humble circumstances ought to take pride in his high position. But the one who is rich should take pride in his low position, because he will pass away like a wild flower.” James 1:9-10
Keeping life in perspective is important. Our strivings WILL at times produce success. Some will succeed in a more notable way then others. For the student it is demonstrated with a grade point average and a class rank. For the athlete success is seen in a personal or team victory, a school record, or a trip to a state competition. For the employee it might be a raise or even a promotion.
How easy it would be for those successes to give a feeling of ‘deserving’ special treatment. James 1 teaches us to see this position with humility; recognizing how quickly such a roll can fade away. Romans 12:10 reminds us to “. . . Honor one another above yourselves.”
On the other hand, there are times when the successes we attain do not manifest themselves in such a visible ways. There is the friend who stayed up late helping another through a difficult circumstance instead of working on their own assignment. There is the coach who puts all his earnings back into the program because he cares so much about his athletes, and the parent who works an extra job to pay for private lessons. God wants us to see the greatness in those who quietly work behind the scenes; so often helping others to succeed.
Romans 12:3 “For by the grace given me I say to every one of you. Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you.”
When our strivings are motivated out of sense of ‘I deserve better’ rather than striving to please God we just might find ourselves stuck; stuck in a pile of cow dung.
Proverbs 29:23 “A man’s pride brings him low, but a man of lowly spirit gains honor.”
Once again, my thanks and appreciation to you, JoAnn.
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