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The Woodcutter’s Wisdom

I was sharing with a friend that my hair was continuing to fall out. To encourage me to maintain perspective, they sent me the following Russian tale.

Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, for he owned a beautiful white horse. Even the king coveted his treasure. A horse like this had never been seen before—such was its splendor, its majesty, its strength.

People offered fabulous prices for the steed, but the old man always refused. “This horse is not a horse to me,” he would tell them. “It is a person. How could you sell a person? He is a friend, not a possession. How could you sell a friend?” The man was poor and the temptation was great. But he never sold the horse.

One morning he found that the horse was not in the stable. All the village came to see him. “You old fool,” they scoffed, “we told you that someone would steal your horse. We warned you that you would be robbed. You are so poor. How could you ever hope to protect such a valuable animal? It would have been better to have sold him. You could have gotten whatever price you wanted. No amount would have been too high. Now the horse is gone, and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded, “Don’t speak too quickly. Say only that the horse is not in the stable. That is all we know; the rest is judgment. If I’ve been cursed or not, how can you know? How can you judge?”

The people contested, “Don’t make us out to be fools! We may not be philosophers, but great philosophy is not needed. The simple fact that your horse is gone is a curse.”

The old man spoke again. “All I know is that the stable is empty, and the horse is gone. The rest I don’t know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say. All we can see is a fragment. Who can say what will come next?”

The people of the village laughed. They thought that the man was crazy. They had always thought he was a fool; if he wasn’t, he would have sold the horse and lived off the money. But instead, he was a poor woodcutter, an old man still cutting firewood and dragging it out of the forest and selling it. He lived hand to mouth in the misery of poverty. Now he had proven that he was, indeed, a fool.

After fifteen days, the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses with him. Once again the village people gathered around the woodcutter and spoke. “Old man, you were right and we were wrong. What we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.”

The man responded, “Once again, you go too far. Say only that the horse is back. State only that a dozen horses returned with him, but don’t judge. How do you know if this is a blessing or not? You see only a fragment. Unless you know the whole story, how can you judge? You read only one page of a book. Can you judge the whole book? You read only one word of a phrase. Can you understand the entire phrase?

“Life is so vast, yet you judge all of life with one page or one word. All you have is a fragment! Don’t say that this is a blessing. No one knows. I am content with what I know. I am not perturbed by what I don’t.”

“Maybe the old man is right,” they said to one another. So they said little. But down deep, they knew he was wrong. They knew it was a blessing. Twelve wild horses had returned with one horse. With a little bit of work, the animals could be broken and trained and sold for much money.

The old man had a son, an only son. The young man began to break the wild horses. After a few days, he fell from one of the horses and broke both legs. Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and cast their judgments.

“You were right,” they said. “You proved you were right. The dozen horses were not a blessing. They were a curse. Your only son has broken his legs, and now in your old age you have no one to help you. Now you are poorer than ever.”

The old man spoke again. “You people are obsessed with judging. Don’t go so far. Say only that my son broke his legs. Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse? No one knows. We only have a fragment. Life comes in fragments.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country engaged in war against a neighboring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he was injured. Once again the people gathered around the old man, crying and screaming because their sons had been taken. There was little chance that they would return. The enemy was strong, and the war would be a losing struggle. They would never see their sons again.

“You were right, old man,” they wept. “God knows you were right. This proves it. Your son’s accident was a blessing. His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you. Our sons are gone forever.”

The old man spoke again. “It is impossible to talk with you. You always draw conclusions. No one knows. Say only this: Your sons had to go to war, and mine did not. No one knows if it is a blessing or a curse. No one is wise enough to know. Only God knows.”

The old man was right. We only have a fragment. Life’s mishaps and horrors are only a page out of a grand book. We must be slow about drawing conclusions. We must reserve judgment on life’s storms until we know the whole story.

We don’t know where the woodcutter learned his patience. Perhaps from another woodcutter in Galilee. For it was the Carpenter who said it best: “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” (Mt. 6:34)

 
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Posted by on September 30, 2010 in Character, Personal growth

 

New ways to lose

How in the world do you lose a baseball game on a game-ending strikeout? The Seattle Mariners achieved a new low in doing so this afternoon.  Unbelievable. This might make SportsCenter, but not under the Top 10 Plays.

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2010 in News stories, Seattle, Sports

 

Pastoral musings

How do you transform a church culture from being inward focused to outward focused? How do you get people to leave their friends and welcome newcomers? How do you engage people in worship when they don’t like the music? How do you get people off the sidelines and into ministry? How do you change a culture from being passive reactors to being proactive initiators? How do you help people believe they can do it when they have been told they are not qualified or good enough? How do you transform uncommitted attenders to committed members to faithful servants to sold-out followers of Christ? How do you move individuals from having Christ as “a priority” to becoming “THE PRIORITY” in their lives? How do you help people grow up, from being dependent on spoon-feeding to being able to feed themselves spiritually? How do you move people from resisting change to welcoming change and to desiring change? How do you convince people to let go of anger, grudges, and resentment and to pursue forgiveness and reconciliation? How do you transform people from listeners to learners, from disciples to disciple makers? How do you transform a culture from being satisfied, content, and complacent to desiring to become all that God intended them to be?

What will it take for the Spirit of God to break through? Where do I need to change in order to be more effective and fruitful?

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2010 in Church, Ministry, Passion, Personal growth

 

Don’t wait for when

How often do I get into the trap of waiting for when . . . , then . . . ?

  • When the kids are home, then we’ll talk about this issue.
  • When I preach the right sermon, then people will change.
  • When I change churches, then I can truly worship.
  • When I get a better job, then I’ll think about remodeling the house.
  • When I lose weight, then I’ll have more friends.
  • When my hair grows back, then I can be more outgoing.
  • When I get a bigger house, then I can invite people over.
  • When we get out of debt, then we can give back to God.
  • When my kids come back to my church, then we’ll be a family.
  • When other people change, then I’ll finally be happy.
  • When I finish school, then I’ll think about leading.
  • When I retire, then I can serve.

Rather than wait for when, how can I enjoy God’s blessings now? How can I serve God right now? How can I inject more “life” into my life today?

 
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Posted by on September 28, 2010 in Personal growth

 

A day of firsts

Saturday, my wife and I did the Puyallup. For the first time in 20 years of living in Seattle, we actually attended the Washington State Fair. We watched mutton busting–6-year-olds riding sheep, saw the draft horse wagon pull–pretty impressive, walked through several exhibits, and enjoyed a scone and some tasty barbecue. Afterwards, I commented that it was the first time in quite awhile we did something together that did not involve church, working on the house, or the kids. Hopefully, we won’t wait quite so long for the next one.

 
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Posted by on September 27, 2010 in Family & Friends, Washington State

 

Killing giants

Preparing to preach on David and Goliath (1 Samuel 17), I asked myself the question, “What are the giants that people face today?” I came up with a list of the usual suspects–worries about health, finances, future, relationships, job, raising children, aging parents, etc. Then I started thinking, “How do I face my own giants?”

My Goliath stands between me and success in ministry. He tries to get me to doubt myself or turn and attack those who did not choose me or slighted me in some way. I face my giants of rejection, discouragement, and disappointment at every turn. He whispers I’m not qualified, gifted, or wanted. He tells me to give up and not try rather than fail and be disappointed. He tells me I’m not adequate or worthy.

But like David explaining his qualifications to King Saul, I am reminded that God uniquely created me, gifted me, and wired me with the right personality, passion, style, and temperament. He has made me competent. God blessed me with enough education and broad experience. He granted me unique experiences which shaped my perspective and philosophy. God has given me enough success to develop confidence, and yet enough failure to develop humility and brokenness. My challenges and experiences have taught me to depend on him for strength and power. He called me, prepared me, and placed me where he wants me. He also placed much needed giants in my path to test me and teach me to rely on him for deliverance.

“Blessed be the name of the LORD from this time forth and forevermore! From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the LORD is to be praised!” (Psalm 113:2-3)

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2010 in Character, Passion, Personal growth, Scripture

 

When God answers prayer, Celebrate!

I prayed specifically about an issue for several months. God answered clearly and did not stutter. His answer was an unmistakable “No.” Rather than whine, complain, and feel sorry for myself, I stopped at the store and bought some steaks so my wife and I could celebrate God’s answer. God is good!

 
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Posted by on September 25, 2010 in Character, Personal growth, Prayer

 
 
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