Another story about Geese
A flock of wild geese had settled to rest on a pond. One of the flock had been captured by a gardener, who had clipped its wings before releasing it. When the geese started to resume their flight, this one tried frantically, but vainly, to lift itself into the air. The others, observing his struggles, flew about in obvious efforts to encourage him; but it was no use.
Thereupon, the entire flock settled back on the pond and waited, even though the urge to go on was strong within them. For several days they waited until the damaged feathers had grown sufficiently to permit the goose to fly.
Meanwhile, the unethical gardener, having been converted by the ethical geese, gladly watched them as they finally rose together and all resumed their long flight.
The Soldier’s Spider
Robert the Bruce, a young soldier, found himself in a terrible battle
during the Scottish Reformation around 1300. The enemy was soundly
defeating this young man’s army. He and his comrades found themselves
hastily retreating from the battlefield in defeat, running away in
fear of their very lives. The enemy gave chase. This young man ran
hard and fast, full of fear and desperation, and soon found himself
cut off from his comrades in arms.
He eventually came upon a rocky ledge containing a cave. Knowing the
enemy was close behind, and that he was exhausted from the chase, he
chose to hide there. After he crawled in, he fell to his face in the
darkness, desperately crying to God to save him and protect him from
When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider
beginning to weave its web at the entrance to the cave. As he watched
the delicate threads being slowly drawn across the mouth of the cave,
the young soldier pondered its irony. He thought, “I asked God for
protection and deliverance, and he sent me a spider instead. How can
a spider save me?
His heart was hardened, knowing the enemy would soon discover his
hiding place and kill him. And soon he did hear the sound of his
enemies, who were now scouring the area looking for those in hiding.
One soldier with a gun slowly walked up to the cave’s entrance. As
the young man crouched in the darkness, hoping to surprise the enemy
in a last-minute desperate attempt to save his own life, he felt his
heart pounding wildly out of control.
As the enemy cautiously moved forward to enter the cave, he came upon
the spider’s web, which by now was completely strung across the
opening. He backed away and called out to a comrade, “There can’t be
anyone in here. They would have had to break this spider’s web to
enter the cave. Let’s move on.”
Years later, a young man wrote about that ordeal: “Where God is, a
spider’s web is as a stone wall. Where God is not, a stone wall is as
a spider’s web.”