Curious, he knocked on the chapel door. A
kind-faced preacher answered and welcomed him in. After a brief chat, the
preacher led the man to the back pasture, where a strong, chestnut horse stood
calmly under a tree.
“I’m interested,” the man said. “But I’d like to
take him for a ride first.”
“Of course,” said the preacher. “But there’s
something you should know.”
The man raised an eyebrow.
“This horse,” the preacher said with a smile,
“has been trained… a little differently.”
“Oh?”
The man blinked. “You’re serious?”
“As serious as Sunday service,” the preacher
chuckled.
The horse began to walk.
Wind rushed past his face, trees blurred, and
the man was laughing out loud—until he saw the cliff.
His joy turned to panic.
Then, like a lightning bolt, he remembered.
“AMEN!” he cried out.
The horse skidded to a halt—just inches from
the edge. Dust rose around them. The man sat frozen, heart pounding.
He let out a deep, trembling breath, wiped the
sweat from his brow, looked up at the sky, and said—
“Praise
the Lord.”
It’s about faith, timing, and yes… saying the right word at the right time.
And maybe—just maybe—it's also a reminder not
to celebrate too early.
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