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The Lessons I Learned from Jeff

20 Feb

The last year we lived on the ranch in the Texas Panhandle I had the responsibility of taking care of 2500 head of cattle. About 1800 of those were close to 40 miles away north of Canadian, Texas on the expansive Urschel Ranch. I’d go up about three times a week and spend the day horseback checking the cattle; getting a decent count on them, making sure they had water, making sure none of them were out of the pastures they were supposed to be in. It’d make for a long day but it was enjoyable to me.

I was about three years into my walk with the Lord. Didn’t know much but I was learning a lot. I had given my testimony a couple of times and was already feeling the call for ministry…even though I had no idea what all that might mean. A friend and I had a cowboy church service (years before anyone ever heard that term!) at the Hemphill County Expo Center in Canadian and I preached the message. That was a first! I have no idea what I preached about but I do remember that one of my friends since childhood (a few years older than me) got saved that day. Let’s just call him, Jeff.

Jeff was a cowboy and had been in some of the very worst combat fights in Vietnam. In three different battles there were over a hundred US troops under fire….and all three times less than fifteen came out alive. Jeff was one of the ones each time. But, it had left an indelible mark on him. He struggled with deep depression, was separated from his wife, had trouble sleeping and agonized over the things he was ordered to do in Vietnam. Jeff was a scary looking guy, well actually if you weren’t friends with him….he just didn’t look scary….he really was scary. He’d done plenty of crazy things and the locals weren’t sure what he might do next! He hair was cut short on the top but long in the back…..way down past his collar. He had about 6 top front teeth totally gone! He wore denim shirts with the sleeves cut out of them and he had lots of tattoos; something not that common in those days. He spent a lot of his spare time at the gym pumping iron and was quite a specimen of a man.

Part of my regular routine the times when I’d go up to check cattle was to make it back to the Dairy Queen on my way home and catch Jeff after he got off work. I made it a point. I was doing my best to encourage him and give him good, sound advice. I’d pray with him every time before I headed home. One particular time we were in the DQ when a Greyhound bus made its stop there. The place was completely full of people. Jeff got there before I did and saved me a spot. His intimidating look had the attention of just about every person in there. Bear in mind that when he talked, Jeff talked really really loud; maybe louder than anyone you’ve ever known! I asked him that day, as I always did, “Jeff, how are you doing?” He replied in his loud voice, “Andy, I’m doing really good!”. I knew that I needed to press in a little more. “But, Jeff, …..how are you really doing?” And in a voice a lot louder than you need to be talking in Dairy Queen he said, “Yep, Andy, …….I’m doing so good I got rid of all my plastic explosives yesterday!!” You could’ve heard a pin drop! Every eye in the house was on us! It was funny, ….in a crazy kind of way; all those people started gathering up their food without saying a word and getting out the door as fast, but as inconspicuous as they could. It was like they didn’t totally believe him. I bet some of them are still telling that story today!

I learned a lot in my experiences with Jeff. I made it a mission of mine to help him. I wanted him to be OK; I wanted him to be well. Julie and I had planned a little vacation and were planning on being gone for about a week. I got real worried that if I wasn’t there to check on Jeff that he wouldn’t be alright. I even told Julie as much. I was actually afraid to go on vacation fearing he would implode. But, the Lord spoke clearly to my spirit at that point and said, “It’s Ok, Andy, …..you’re not the one that’s taking care of him anyway.” That put it in perspective for me. God always knows the right thing to say, and always at just the right time.

I wish this story had a happy ending….but it doesn’t. Several years later Jeff was living downstate in Texas and took his own life. I can’t help but believe that the Lord has lots and lots of grace for people like Jeff. 

I’ll never forget the things I learned…and I look forward to seeing him in Heaven.

Try these:

“It’s Not Your Job to Fix Them!”

Identity Theft

The Thing About Unconditional Love

Double Check Your “Invitation List”!!

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8 responses to “The Lessons I Learned from Jeff

  1. Randy Poff

    February 21, 2017 at 8:57 am

    Brother Andy, It’s always a pleasure reading your travels through life and your walk with the Lord. Thanks so much for sharing!!!

     
    • Andy R Taylor

      February 21, 2017 at 9:33 am

      Blessings Randy! Thanks for the feedback!

       
  2. Tom Willis

    February 21, 2017 at 11:10 am

    Good stuff Andy, I enjoy your post.

     
    • Andy R Taylor

      February 21, 2017 at 1:27 pm

      Thanks a lot, Tom!! Always appreciate the feedback!

       
  3. Beau Bridges

    February 21, 2017 at 1:31 pm

    You know Andy, I had this same deal happen to me. With a good friend, and you knew him also, his name was Kay Kirby. He was a Grey guy, but he was fighting the demons all the time. I wasn’t saved myself, and don’t know if I could have prevented what was going on in his head. But I always tried to be his friend and help as much as I could in my own small way! I hope and pray to see him again !

     
    • Andy R Taylor

      February 21, 2017 at 1:34 pm

      Right on, Beau! I think we’ll be pleasantly surprised to see some of these guys in heaven! ‘Killer’ was a friend also.

       
      • Beau Bridges

        February 21, 2017 at 1:38 pm

        I figure you New him! I loved him and Andy ! And I miss them both! Even in there worst and best of times!

         
      • Andy R Taylor

        February 21, 2017 at 1:54 pm

        Me too. Knew ’em both well and had great times with both of them. Wild times,…..but great times!

         

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