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Aug 10
2010
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As anyone from Texas will tell you, Springtown is only a forty minute drive from Fort Worth, but after questioning strangers, doing u-turns on dead ends and generally having no clue about the windy roads I was traversing down, I arrived at Pastor Scott Mendes’ ranch almost 3 hours after leaving Fort Worth.
On arrival, there sign on the fence which says: “Western Harvest Ministries: impacting lives with extreme sports and God’s Love” I drive inside. The ranch consists of a house and three portable buildings. Fifty metres behind the portable buildings, there is a large cattle yard which separate three bulls and seven horses.
There are kids playing around the house, I ask them if they know the whereabouts of Scott Mendes.
“Yessir, he’s back in them buildings,” a red haired boy informs me. I thank him and drive to the portables. Scott bounds out. “You must be Sullivan.”
Scott Mendes is 41 years old. There is a scar running underneath his right eye which is, no doubt, a legacy of his bull riding days. He was an extremely accomplished bull rider, winning the World Championship in 1997, but now is a devoted church minister. He gives me a tour of the ranch. One of the portables buildings is a bunk house, one is an office, and the other is a church. Inside the church, there are a row of pew’s, an alter and a drum kit in the corner. We go to the back of the church and he shows me posters of the rodeo events that the church has organized. Inside his office, I read a poster that says: “Spur’n with Jesus.”
We walk outside to the cattle yards and he reveals a plan for the ranch. It will be a Christian outreach centre. The bunk house will be used to accommodate and feed troubled youths, and provide them with a wholesome environment to teach them part of the American heritage – the rodeo. The bull riding arena will be used for training camps and rodeos, and the church will be used to host seminars and a Sunday service.
“We need as much help as we can get,” he tells me. “You’re arrival is a miracle from God.”
We wonder down to the cattle yard. I ask him if I will have a chance to ride the large white and black bull called Spec.
“Sure mate,” he replies.
Excited by the prospect of something new, I grab my bags and move into the bunk house.
On my second day at the ranch, I drive my jeep for two hours to pick up Justin Snow (aka Snow Man) Snow Man is a 22 year old youth minister from Mississippi. He also has been riding bulls for five years and had some pretty good results at local rodeos. Justin is the creative type; amongst his gear is a book on creative writing, a guitar, and a video camera. We have been raised in countries thousands of miles apart but I feel that I will gel with him easily. Back at the ranch, Pastor Scott Mendes, Snow Man and I formulate a plan. We design a year schedule of prospective training camps, seminars and rodeos and formulate a proposal for business sponsorship of the events.
There is much work to be done…..next blog coming soon.
