A long time ago, in China, there lived a farmer and his son who owned a stallion. They treasured the stallion for it helped them earn a living. As a consequence, they made sure that the stallion was in top notch all the time. One chilly winter morning, the horse ran away. The neighbours saw it disappear into the woods and they alerted the farmer, “Your horse ran away, what a terrible luck!” The farmer, while astonished, gave them a long gaze before he responded, “Maybe so, maybe not. We will see.”
After a few days had elapsed, the horse returned home in the company of six wild mares. It was surprising, isn’t it? As this was happening, the farmer and his son were in the house tending to house chores. Thus only neighbours, who were on their farms, saw when the horse was making a grand comeback. They ran to the farmer and told him, “Your horse has returned and brought several horses home with him. What great luck!” The farmer responded, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
Later that week, the farmer’s son was trying to break one of the mares and she threw him to the ground, henceforth breaking his leg. The son had now been rendered immobile.
The neighbours saw what had transpired and told the farmer, “Your son broke his leg. What a terrible luck!” The farmer again answered them, “Maybe so, maybe not. We will see.”
A number of weeks passed as the farmer’s son continued to recuperate. Then one day, soldiers from the national army marched through the sleepy village as they recruited able-bodied young men for training and eventual deployment in combat. The country was facing a powerful enemy from the West and a strong army had to be raised. The farmer’s son was not picked as he was still recovering from his injury inflicted by a wild mare. All the sons of the farmer’s neighbours were rounded up and taken away.
When the neighbours realized that the farmer’s son had not been taken, they told him, “Your boy has been spared. What a tremendous luck!”
Several months down the line, there was a great battle between the national army and the enemy forces. The national army finally won but it was a pyrrhic victory. Most of the boys, who had been rounded up to join the army prior to the great battle, did not live to tell the story. Their inexperience and tenacity of the enemy made them pay the ultimate price.
This story reminds me of Saul’s story as narrated in the Bible (1 Samuel 9). It appears that everything that happened to Saul had been preordered. The loss of his father’s donkeys was not a coincidence. The search and a final decision to consult the seer were not coincidences. Every line of the happening was weaving into each other to form a grand story that shaped Saul’s destiny.
This is not limited to Saul alone. There are many stories in the Bible that show God’s powerful hand of Providence at play. And I am pretty sure that most of us have had such experiences whereby it appears that things have been arranged for our next level.
Nothing just happens to those who believe and have purposed to follow Christ. Both good and bad events in our lives are part of a grand story that God is writing. We are here to fulfil a divine purpose and this we shall do as long as we put our hopes and trust in Him.
As I sign off, allow me to quote Ravi Zacharias,
“God the Grand Weaver seeks those with tender hearts so that he can put his imprint on them. Your hurts and your disappointments are part of that design, to shape your heart and the way you feel about reality. The hurts you live through will always shape you. There is no other way.”