a beautiful white horse. Kings offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the man would say, “This horse is not a horse to me, he is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?” The man was very poor, but he never sold the horse. One morning, he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole village gathered and said, “You foolish old man! We knew that someday the horse would be stolen. It would have been better to sell it. What a misfortune!”
The old man said, “Don’t go so far
as to say that. Simply say that the
horse is not in the stable. This is the
fact; everything else is a judgment.
Whether it is a misfortune or a blessing I do not know, because this is
just a fragment. Who knows what is going
to follow it?”
People laughed at the old man. They had always known that he was a little
crazy. But after fifteen days, suddenly
one night the horse returned. He had not
been stolen, he had escaped into the wild.
And not only that, he brought a dozen wild horses back with him. Again the people gathered and they said, “Old
man, you were right. This was not a
misfortune, it has indeed proved to be a blessing.” The old man said, “Again you are going to
far. Just say the horse is back, who
knows whether it is a blessing or not?
It is only a fragment. You read a
single word in a sentence – how can you judge the whole book?”
This time the people did not say
much, but inside they knew that he was wrong.
Twelve beautiful horses had come…
Of course it was a blessing!
The old man had an only son who
started to train the wild horses. Just a
week later he fell from a horse and both his legs were broken. The people gathered again and again they
judged. They said, “Again, you proved
right! It was a misfortune. You only son has lost the use of his legs,
and in your old age he was your only support.
Now you are poorer than ever.”
The old man said, “You are obsessed
with judgment. Don’t go that far. Say only that my son has broken his
legs. Nobody knows whether this is a
misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in
fragments and more is never given to you.”
It happened that after a few weeks
the country went to war, and all the young men of the town were forcibly taken
for the military. Only the old man’s son
was left, because he was crippled. The
whole town was crying and weeping, because it was a losing fight, and they knew
most of the young people would never come back.
They came to the old man and they said, “You were right, old man, this
has proved to be a blessing. Maybe your
son is crippled, but he is still with you.
Our sons are gone forever.”
The man said again, “You go on and
on judging. Nobody knows! Only say this, that your sons have been
forced to enter into the army, and my son has not been forced. But only God knows whether it is a blessing
or a misfortune.”
“Judge ye not” – otherwise you will
never become one with God. With
fragments you will be obsessed, with small things you jump to conclusions. Once you judge you have stopped growing.
Judgment means a stale state of mind. And mind always wants judgment, because to be
in process is always hazardous and uncomfortable. In fact, the journey never ends. One path ends, another begins. One door closes, another opens. You reach a peak, a higher peak is always
there. God is an endless journey. Only those who are so courageous that they
don’t bother about the goal but are content with the journey, content just to
live the moment and grow into it, only those are able to walk with God.
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