This story happened
in the days of Lao Tzu in China, and Lao Tzu loved it very much:
There was an old
man in a village, very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had
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 poor,
but he never sold the horse. One morning, he found that the horse was not in
the stable. The whole village gathered and they 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 don't 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
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 too far. Just say that 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
could not say much, but inside they knew that he was wrong. Twelve beautiful
horses had come.
The old man had an
only son who started to train the wild horses. Just a week later he fell from a
horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered again and again they
judged. They said, "Again you proved right! It was a misfortune. Your 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 a blessing. Maybe your son is
crippled, but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever." The old
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, the total, knows whether it is a blessing or a
misfortune."
'Judge ye not'-otherwise you will never become
one with the total. With fragments you will be obsessed, with small things you
will 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 the total.
How right!