I spent about an hour yesterday taking down old
barbwire. I have both put barb wire up
and taken it down. As you can imagine
both have to be done with great care. It
is not only very sharp but also very strong and has a spring to it. The wire that has the barbs on it is very
thick and seems to have almost a permanent spring to it because of it being originally
coiled into a round tight bundle when you buy it.
I knew I had to get the barb wire down yesterday and knew I had
to do it with great care. I put on an
old thick jacket that I didn’t care if I got holes in it. I also wore some thick gardening gloves to
protect my hands from the painful barbs.
The plan was for me to start at one end of the fencing and
slowly walk and recoil the long strands of wire as I went along. I am not as strong as I used to be. So I was going to hold the coils up against
my stomach as I walked unstringing it and letting the coil return to it original
coiled shape. Kind of like winding up a
garden hose. Once I had a big enough
coil where I could not hold it anymore. I
would cut it and tie it off with some barn rope to keep it in the coil position
I have had experiences with barb wire before. I knew to be very careful, first, watching
that I held it just right and firm enough to keep it from all springing apart
everywhere and causing injury. And
secondly, to watch, as all those barbs grab onto anything and sometimes so many
barbs can be in my jacket, gloves or keep grabbing the rope I am trying to tie
with that I lose my grip on the coil and it just explodes all over the
place. Not a safe or fun job for sure.
I had the kids stay far away from me as I worked at it and
as I carefully worked I thought about so many things. It was such a pretty day, I was making a
mental note of all that I was going to try to get done. We have a field trip of toddlers coming out
to the farm on Friday so I was trying to really get some of our “spring clean
up” on the farm done before they come. I
worked along having only a few close calls of almost hurting myself.
After about an hour I tied up the last coil, walked it over
and put it on the pile of coils I had made.
Whew, I was done. Praise God. I walked back over to the now empty, old, rusty fence posts to inspect the job
done. And as I walked up to one of the
posts I saw this.
And I froze. There was one last small piece wound around an old rusty post and it
somehow reminded me of my Lord and Savior.
Of the horrible crown of thorns they had made and pressed into his
tender flesh. How I had been so very
careful for the whole last hour to avoid being hurt by those terribly sharp
barbs as I didn’t want to feel the pain of it.
Yet Jesus bore a crown of thorns for me. When it should have been a crown of gold.
Oh Lord, May we all remember daily, the sacrifice you made
for us all. Thank you Lord for all you
did for us. For all you continue to do
for us. For all you bore for our
sake. For keeping me safe as I worked
yesterday on the farm. I am forever
grateful to you.
Matthew 27:29-38 And
when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in
his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying,
Hail, King of the Jews!
And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on
the head.
And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off
from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him.
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