The Little Red Bull Who Saved the World! Plus this years Bostwick Christmas Dance link!

The Jews and the world have been watching and waiting for nearly 2000 years for a spotless red heifer without a blemish to be born. I challenge you to research exactly why this perfect little red heifer is so important in Biblical prophecy.

I will give you a small hint to stir your interest. Jesus came as a little baby near 2000 years ago. What the Bible describes as a lamb, perfect in every way without spot or blemish, Jesus willingly sacrificed his life for the sins of each and every one of us. Sound familiar?

Just for fun. Let’s pretend that little lamb was instead a bull calf named JC. I hope you enjoy this version of the Christmas Story! I felt led to write it, sorry I am posting it a few days after Christmas. After writing my last post about Bulls, I continue on that theme until led elsewhere.

On a starry night in a cave used as a stable held by a stone and wrapped in swaddling cloth a little red bull calf named JC was born.

Angel’s and Shepherd’s came to the stable that night to celebrate the birth of the prophesied savior of the world! Following a star from the East, traveling very far, Magi brought a treasure of Gold, Frankincense, and Muir to honor the Newborn King.

Many hoped that the little red bull calf would someday grow strong and save the world. God Himself would send a powerful Shepherd to guide and strengthen JC along His journey. This actually happened after he took a dip in the Jordan river one day with his cousin JTB. The Shepherd came instantly from out of nowhere as if he was sent from God above. It was as if the Heaven’s were rend and God declared JC was His own Son.

The Great Shepherd would lead and empower JC for three years, it was a miraculous time and everyone came to see and watch the little red bull fulfill his call.

Many thought JC would become the leader of a mighty army that would dominate the world with might and strength. Even though He demonstrated miraculous courage and an unseen ability to do the impossible, he was full of love, joy, and peace and desired to help everyone no matter their stature, past, or impurity.

The little red bull grew mighty and famous and had thousands of bulls and cows that followed him. Cattle came from everywhere to see what he was capable of. Sadly, in the end, only twelve bulls chose to stay in his herd as the rest became lukewarm and took the brand John 6:66 as they walked away upset and in disbelief of whom JC proclaimed to be.

JC gave his three best friends nicknames fit for only the most prized bred bucking bulls. He called them “Rock and the Sons of Thunder”. After his father died, his mom and a few female cows also remained close and loyal to him and his herd.

JC came from a Royal Herd called the Sons of David. He lived 33 years on earth, but it was the last three years that people would read about for years and years to come.

The day approached when the JC would have His showdown in the ring in front of everyone in the greatest bullfight ever known. Let me describe the week leading up to that Glorious day in Jerusalem.

On Sunday, everyone celebrated as people lined the streets of Jerusalem with palm branches as the great red bull whom everyone just knew had came to conquer the evil matador rode into town for the festive event. They cheered Hosannah to the Great Bull!

To everyone’s surprise, he had a little donkey with him instead of a white stallion or other bulls. JC arrived in a peaceful fashion, instead of warrior displaying the power to conquer.

He stayed that night in a town called Bethany a couple miles away in the stable of a friend named Lazarus. Everybody had heard the news of how JC raised Lazarus from the dead. After that day, the legend and the following of JC the miracle working red bull had grown rapidly!

On Monday morning, JC and his buddies went into Jerusalem. On their way, he saw a tree without fruit and cursed it as he was hungry. As they entered the stable where Bulls come to worship, which he called His Father’s stable, JC started to snort. What he found there that day was not religious worship, but instead evil. The mighty power JC displayed that day, as He turned over the tables and ran all the evil doers out of the stable, was awesome! He shouted my Father’s House is a House of Prayer!

On Monday night, they returned to the stable in Bethany again, but on Tuesday morning JC and his buddies returned to Jerusalem. On their way, his buddies realized the tree JC had cursed had withered and died. They were astonished. JC took a moment and explained the importance of Faith to them. He said Faith always produces good fruit. You will know the hearts of others by their fruit.

Once they got to town the religious leaders, whom JC had thrown out of his father’s stable the day before, had setup an ambush to capture him. JC was always a step ahead of the matadors and easily evaded the ambush. He called the leaders snakes, who dressed beautiful, but where full of impurity on the inside.

After that JC led his followers to a mountain outside of town called Olives. There the mighty Red Bull spoke of things to come in parables and prophecy that those listening would not understand until a later time. He said their will be an end, but then He mentioned He would return again arriving at this exact location someday.

It was also on that day that one of his twelve friends, a bull named Judas, turned on the herd. He made a deal with the evil matadors to give JC to them for only thirty pieces of gold. It was a turbulent Tuesday for sure. That night they returned once again to the stable in Bethany.

Not much is said about Wednesday. It is assumed JC chose to lay low, rest, and prepare for the great bull fight that was to come.

On Thursday, JC sent Rock and the Son of Thunder called John to an upper room stable in Jerusalem to prepare a feast. Once they arrived, JC displayed his special love for his friends by washing their hooves.

It was at that time that JC shared the feast of Passover with his friends, saying: “I have been very eager to eat this Passover meal with you before my suffering begins. For I tell you now that I won’t eat this meal again until its meaning is fulfilled in the Kingdom of God.” (Luke 22:15-16)

The little red bull calf who had grown into a mighty red bull was about to fulfill the meaning of Passover by giving his body to be broken and his blood to be shed in sacrifice, freeing all from sin and death. During this last feast, JC established communion instructing his followers to continually remember his sacrifice.

After eating, JC went with his friends to a garden called Gethsemane. There He prayed deep into the night talking with Father in Heaven. His friends kept falling asleep, but one of his friends Luke noticed that the mighty red bull was in such anguish over what he knew was coming, that He was sweating drops of blood.

Very late that night, Judas and at least 500 matadors arrived to capture JC. The time had come. The great showdown.

Once again, his friends, who were supposed to be on lookout, had fallen asleep. As usual it was impossible to catch JC by surprise, he knew the evil matadors were coming, so he called out. “Who are you looking for?” They replied, “JC the red bull of Nazareth”.

Before the mighty red bull willingly laid down his life as a sacrifice, it was time for one more mighty display of power. JC answered them in a way that only JC could as the power of Heaven exploded from within him as he replied, “I Am He”.

At that moment, all 500 matadors as well as Judas were slammed backwards to the ground by the power of the words coming out of JC’s mouth. The Rock sees an opportunity to attack and goes after the leader of the matadors ripping his ear off his head. JC bolts forward miraculously putting the ear back on the matador. He looks at Rock and tells him to stand down.

JC in complete control displaying a level of authority never seen before tells the matadors that they could not take him even if so desired. He reminds them that they could have captured him at any point during the week, if they were capable. He informed them that he would come with them, but only on his own accord and that his friends were going to be allowed to go free. JC then let the matadors bind him and take him captive.

As the trial began later that night, sadly even Rock, as JC had foretold, denied he knew JC in fear. Rock was torn apart emotionally after he heard a rooster crow a third time remembering what JC had foretold. Rock would soon redeem himself by the power of the Great Shepherd.

Friday was all but good, Judas realizes his horrible mistake and kills himself. Meanwhile, before the third hour (9 a.m.), JC endured the shame of false accusations, condemnation, mockery, beatings, and abandonment. After multiple unlawful trials, he was sentenced to death by crucifixion, one of the most horrible and disgraceful methods of sacrifice known at the time.

Because the mighty red bull JC refused to conquer in a way they wanted, the same herd of bulls who had followed and praised him, turned on him and demanded his life be traded for another bull by the name of Barabbas. How could this be? JC had done nothing wrong, but hate filled the giant herd who threatened to stampede as they demanded he be sacrificed.

Even before the bullfight began, the evil matadors began beating and whipping JC, they spit on him and made fun of him doing all they could to weaken him. The mighty red bull full of more strength than anyone knew could at anytime overpower those that tortured and held him captive, but instead he just allowed the torture to continue.

Some of his friends fled in fear, but his mother and a couple of his friends including John looked on in disbelief as they tore into his flesh and whipped him over and over again. The great red bull grew weaker and weaker.

Weakened to the point of death, they made JC carry a cross shaped yoke down the Via Dolorosa as they mocked and humiliated him in front of everyone. They placed a crown of thorns between his horns shoving the thorns deep into his head. To humiliate him even more, they even hung a sign above his head, which read “King of the Bulls”.

At this moment the evilest of all the matadors appears. Acting as though he had defeated the mighty Red Bull JC all by himself in a fair fight. He offers JC a drink of vinegar and then pulls his sword and pierced it through JC’s side.

The mightiest Red Bull of all-time willingly sacrificing himself. JC speaks his final words, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do, into your hands I commit my spirit.” (Luke 23) At 3 PM, He aspired and released His Spirit!

Darkness filled the earth and an earthquake rocked the Temple. The matadors who had beaten JC realized their mistake and beat their chest and ripped their own clothes as a sign of realizing their ignorance. By 6 pm, they had taken JC’s body and placed it in a Cave.

JC was once again found himself wrapped in swaddling clothes, and held by a Stone. From a Stable to a Tomb, the greatest warrior of all-time allowed himself to be sacrifice to pay the price for your and my sin.

As the matadors of darkness danced with hideous screams of victory, JC’s friends hid in fear. On that Sabbath Saturday, The mighty Red Bull’s body was guarded by matadors outside the cave tomb. When the Sabbath ended at 6 p.m., JC’s body was ceremonially treated for burial with spices purchased by Nicodemus.

Nicodemus, like Joseph of Arimathea, was a member of the Sanhedrin, the court that had condemned JC to death. For a time, both men had lived as secret followers of the mighty Red Bull, afraid to make a public profession of faith because of their prominent positions in the Jewish herd.

Similarly, both were deeply affected by JCs’ death. They boldly came out of hiding, risking their reputations and their lives because they had come to realize that JC was, indeed, the long-awaited Messiah. Together they cared for JC’s body and prepared it for burial.

His physical body lay in the tomb, JC had paid the penalty for sin by offering the perfect, spotless sacrifice. He had conquered death, both spiritually and physically, securing our eternal salvation:

“For you know that God paid a ransom to save you from the empty life you inherited from your ancestors. And the ransom he paid was not mere gold or silver. He paid for you with the precious lifeblood, the sinless, spotless sacrifice of a perfect Red Bull.” (1 Peter 1:18-19)

Oh, but don’t give up hope just yet, for the story is not yet finished, because Sunday is coming!

JC might have appeared to have lost the battle in the flesh, but the mighty Spirit of the Red Bull had charged into hell with a level of resurrection power and strength that the universe had never seen. He left demons screeching, shaking, and fleeing in all directions as he released those held in Abraham’s bosom, conquered hell and took the keys to death and the grave.

JC fulfilled his call and purpose of covering the sins of the world by giving himself as a pure holy sacrifice without spot or blemish. On the day of his resurrection, JC made at least five appearances. Two millennia after his death, followers of the mighty Red Bull JC still flock to Jerusalem to see the empty tomb.

As we celebrate the birth of Jesus this Christmas season, don’t forget the sacrifice our Heavenly Father made in sending his spotless little baby boy Jesus. From Stable to Tomb, the little perfect lamb, Red Bull, named Jesus became the Savior of the World!

Here is the link to the Bostwick Christmas Dance 2021. Hope you enjoy the fun and Merry Christmas!

Photo by Jametlene Reskp on Unsplash