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things aren't always as they seem

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied...


"Things aren't always what they seem."


The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel "How could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him," she accused. "The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let their cow die!"


"Things aren't always what they seem," The older angel replied.


"When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmer’s bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead."


Things aren't always what they seem.


"Sometimes this is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way we want. Things don’t always work out the way we want them to, or the way we think they will. Sometimes we don’t even see it coming. That’s the way life is. Still, it makes us wonder how God can let these things happen to us. How God can just stand by and watch us suffer. Where is God when it really hurts? If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later."

(c) Tolu's facebook page

P.S Why is it that in every moralistic story, the rich is always greedy and stingy while the poor is always hospitable and ends up blessed? i'm not poor and i'm hospitable...but you can't sleep in my master bedroom though or have my last cookie, i don't care if you're harry potter.

Comments

Myne said…
I always wonder about that in morality tales too :)
RQ said…
Hey Myne! Don't they always though. Thanks for finding time to drop by the blog! I always appreciate it. :)

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