A monk was walking along a mountain road.
The mountain is high, the climb is steep, the monk is fat.
So the monk began to ask God:
- Lord, I have served you for many years. Serve me too: send at least some horse so that I can cross this mountain.
He prayed and sat down on a roadside stone. He sits and waits for God's mercy.
At this time, a peasant was walking along the road. He was leading a horse, and in his hands he was carrying a foal that had just been born.
“Thank God! My prayer has been heard!” - thought the monk.
He jumped to his feet and said to the peasant:
- My son, help me get on this horse. I'm just waiting for her to climb the mountain. The peasant became very angry.
- Oh, you slacker! I myself am walking, so I will torture my horse for your sake! Wait, I’ll teach you a lesson now!
And he thrust a small foal into his hands.
- Bring it! - he shouted at the monk. - Look, if you drop it, it will be bad! Well, move!
And he waved his whip, driving the monk up the mountain road.
From surprise, the monk could not utter a word. He obediently walked forward, holding the foal tightly to him.
- Oh my God! - the monk muttered, climbing up the steep slope. “You didn’t understand me at all!” I asked you for a horse to ride to climb the mountain, and you sent me a horse so that I could carry it in my arms. If you, Lord, are so incomprehensible, then what can you demand from us, sinful people?
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru