THE PARABLE OF THE OLD CHINESE FARMER
A favorite story of mine, ‘The Parable
of the Old Chinese Farmer’, reminds me that many times what we think about the
challenges and trials we face may be completely different than what we
suppose. It also reminds me why ‘faith’ is the first principle of the
gospel.
The Parable
of the Old Chinese Farmer
There was
once an old Chinese Farmer. He had one horse to plow his fields.
One day when he was out working in his field, the horse was startled by a
snake. The horse bolted and ran off into the woods.
The
neighbors saw this and said to the farmer, “Oh my, what bad luck. You
have lost your only horse. How will you ever be able to take care of your
fields?”
Humbly, the
old man replied, “Good luck, bad luck— only God knows for sure.”
A few days
later the farmer’s horse found his way back home, and in tow was another, horse
– a wild horse.
The
neighbors saw this and said, “Oh my, what good luck. Where you had lost
your only horse and couldn't work your farm, now you have two horses!”
The farmer
simply responded, “Good luck, bad luck— only God knows for sure.”
Sometime
later the old farmer’s teenage son was cautiously riding with the wild horse,
attempting to break him when the horse bucked and the son was thrown off.
He landed awkwardly and the boy broke his leg badly.
The
neighbors saw this and said, “Oh my, what bad luck. Your only son has
broken his leg and won’t be able to help with all of your farm work – plowing,
planting and bringing in the harvest.”
The farmer
patiently smiled, tilted his head to the side and said, “Good luck, bad luck—
only God knows for sure.”
A few weeks
later the Royal Chinese Army came through the little farming town looking for
fresh, strong recruits. Generals had requested hundreds of young men to
send to the front-line of a raging civil war. But when they came to the
old farmer’s house they passed over his son because of his broken leg.
When the
neighbors heard about this they were astonished. All of their sons had
been sent into battle. They confronted the farmer and exclaimed, “Oh my, what
good luck! Because your son has a broken leg, he doesn’t have to go off
to the war!”
The farmer
humbly sighed within himself and whispered, “Good luck, bad luck— only God
knows for sure.”
I love this story because it
reminds me that we have a choice as to how we respond to all of the trials and
injustices that are part of life’s journey. That many times, good things
can be bad, and bad things can be good, and that the only way to properly
evaluate them is to trust in the Lord and in His plan for us, that better than
anyone else (including ourselves) He knows what’s best for us – individually
and collectively, big things and small (seemingly insignificant) things, as
well as things we perceive as ‘blessings’ and/or ‘adversities’. Also that
happiness and peace come in different ways and not necessarily on our
timetable.
Wm. Calvin Hughes, Lake Elsinore, CA - January 2015