I don鈥檛 know much about buffalo, but they make me snicker. At the front end they鈥檙e all bravado: massive shoulders, barrel chest and beady eyes. But turn them around and their hindquarters are only slightly larger than my own, with a wannabe lion鈥檚 tail tacked on. God smiled, creating buffalo, I suspect.
A buffalo herd ranged just west of the town where I used to work. Sometimes, when I saw them grazing close to the highway, I stopped the car and walked to the wire fence to take photos. 鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 do that, if I were you,鈥� our daughter said one day. 鈥淭hey stampede!鈥�
A friend of a friend, she said, was travelling a rural road near her home one day, and noticed a cloud of dust up ahead. A grader, she suspected. The grader would have been preferable. Dead ahead, getting closer by the second, charged a herd of stampeding buffalo. Shoulder to shoulder, ditch to ditch, tails up. And they didn鈥檛 look inclined to yield.
It鈥檚 not a position a girl finds herself in every day. Buffalo Control 101 wasn鈥檛 an elective at university that year, I imagine, but I鈥檓 sure it didn鈥檛 take long to realize that getting out and holding up her hand was probably not her best option. So she did what came more naturally 鈥� slammed on the brakes, switched off the ignition and dove for cover in the only place there was any 鈥� under the steering wheel.
Sure enough, those massive front ends hauled those wimpy behinds up and over her car, squashed it flat, and carried on, waving their tails behind them. When the sound of the last hoof had died, and she realized she hadn鈥檛, she picked up her cell phone, which (happily) remained unsquashed in her pocket, and called home. Imagine that conversation:
鈥淗i, Mom, Dad. A herd of buffalo just flattened my car. I鈥檓 in a tight spot. Could you come and get me, please?鈥�
Apparently they laughed, but she must have convinced them, because they got in their car and headed to the rescue 鈥� down the same road. They鈥檇 only travelled a few miles before noticing an approaching dust cloud. A grader, they suspected, except graders don鈥檛 have massive shoulders and wimpy tails. Fortunately, they avoided being trampled and drove on to rescue their stranded daughter.
The road to our summer camping spot passes another buffalo herd. So far I haven鈥檛 stopped for a photo op. I鈥檝e learned the truth about buffalo, you see. I believe it, and it鈥檚 changed how I do things. That鈥檚 the thing about truth, in matters of faith and life. We can accept and act on it or reject it and risk consequences.
Here鈥檚 another truth I鈥檝e accepted, a statement from Jesus himself: 鈥淚 am the Way, the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.鈥� If you accept that truth, it will change everything.
