A
businessman was returning home on horseback from the annual fair in a nearby
city. He had quite a big sum of money with him. It was raining heavily and the
poor man was wet to the skin. He was in a bad mood and grumbled that God had
given him such terrible weather for his journey.
He entered a
thick forest. All of a sudden, to his horror, he found himself face to face
with a bandit whose finger was already on the trigger of his gun. He would not
have been saved from death, except for the fact that the rain had caused the
powder to dampen and the gun was useless. The businessman spurred his horse and
happily escaped the danger.
When he was
out of danger he said to himself:
“How stupid
I was to moan about the bad weather, instead of accepting it patiently as a
gift of God. If there had been a clear sky and the air dry and limpid, I would
now be lying in a ditch covered in blood and in vain would my children wait my
arrival. The rain which I was ready to bemoan saved my life and riches.”
Judge not
the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust
Him for His grace;
Behind a
frowning providence
He hides a
smiling face.
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