[anzac] "THE HARNESS" - a parable

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From: "REVIVAL List" <prophetic@...>
Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 12:45:25 -0500
"The HARNESS of the LORD"
-by Bill Britton.

On a dirt road in the middle of a wide field stood the King's carriage,
edged in gold, with beautifully carved accoutrements.  It was pulled by
six large horses, two in the lead, two in the middle, and two in the
rear.  But the horses were not moving;  they were not pulling the
carriage, and I wondered why.  Then I saw the driver underneath the
carriage, on the ground on his back, just behind the last two horses'
hooves, working on something between the front wheels of the carriage.
I thought, "My, he's in a dangerous place.  If one of the horses kicks,
or steps back, it could kill him.  Or if they decided to go forward, or
got frightened somehow, they could pull the carriage right over him."
But he didn't seem afraid, for he knew that the horses were disciplined
and would not move until he told them to move.  The horses were neither
stamping their hooves, nor acting restless.  There were bells on their
hooves, but they were not tinkling.  There were pom-poms on their heads,
but the pom-poms were not moving.  they were simply standing still and
quiet, waiting for the voice of the King.

As I watched the harnessed horses, I noticed two young colts coming out
onto the open field next to the dirt road.  They approached the carriage
and seemed to say to the King's horses:  "Come and play with us.  We
have many fine games.  We will race with you.  Come catch us. . ."  And
with that, the colts kicked up their hooves, flicked their tails, and
raced across the open field.  But when they looked back and saw the
harnessed horses were not following, they were puzzled.  Again, the
colts called to them:  "Why do you stand so in the hot sun?  Come over
here in the shade.  See how green the grass is?  You must be hungry.
Come and feed with us.  It is so abundant, so green and so good.  You
look thirsty.  Come drink from one of the many streams of cool water."
But the horses didn't reply or respond in any way.  the colts knew
nothing of harnesses, and could not understand why these horses did not
respond.  the colts again called to the horses, but they did not answer.
Neither did they stamp their feet or toss their head in response.  They
stood quiet and still, waiting for the voice of their King.

The scene changed.  I saw lariats fall around the necks of the two
colts, and they were led off to the King's corral for training and
discipline.  How sad they were as the lovely green fields disappeared,
and they were put into the confinement of the corral with its brown dirt
and high fence.  The colts ran from fence to fence, seeking freedom, but
found that they were confined to this place of training.  And then the
Trainer began to work with them, with his whip and his bridle.  How
difficult, for those who had been accustomed to such "freedom" all their
lives.  The colts could not understand the reason for this "torture" and
discipline.  What great crime had they done to deserve this?  Little did
they know of the responsibility that was to be theirs when they had
submitted to the discipline and finished their training, learning to
perfectly obey their Trainer.  All they knew was that this training was
the most horrible thing they had ever known.

One of the colts rebelled under the training, and said, "This is not for
me.  I like my freedom, my green hills, my flowing streams of fresh
water.   I will not take any more of this confinement, this terrible
discipline."  So he found a way out, jumped the fence and ran happily
back to the meadows of grass.  And I was astonished that the Trainer let
him go, and did not go after him.  He devoted his attention to the
remaining colt.  This colt, though he had the same opportunity to
escape, decided to submit his own will, and learn the ways of the
Trainer.  And the training got harder than ever.  But he was rapidly
learning more and more how to obey the slightest wish of the trainer,
and to respond to even the quietness of his voice.  And I saw that had
there been no training or testing, there would have been neither
submission nor rebellion from either of the colts.  For in the field,
they did not have the choice to rebel or submit.  But when brought to
the place of testing, training, and discipline, it was then that the
obedience of the one and the rebellion of the other were made manifest.
And though it seemed safer not to come to the place of discipline and
confinement because of the risk of being found rebellious, yet I saw
that without this there could be no sharing of the abundance of the

Finally, the period of training was over.  Was the colt now rewarded
with his freedom, and sent back to the fields?  No!  But an even greater
confinement than ever now took place, as a harness dropped about his
shoulders.  Now he found there was not even the freedom to run about the
small corral, for in the harness he could only move where and when his
Master spoke.  And unless the Master spoke, he stood still.

The scene changed, and I saw the other colt standing on the side of a
hill, nibbling at some grass.  Then across the fields, down the road
came the King's carriage, drawn by six horses.  With amazement he saw
that in the lead, on the right side, was his brother colt, now made
strong and mature on the good grain in the King's stable.  He saw the
lovely pom-poms shaking in the wind, noticed the glittering gold
bordered harness about his brother, heard the beautiful tinkling of the
bells on his feet . . . and envy came into his heart.  Thus he
complained to himself:  "Why has my brother been so honored, and I am
neglected?  They have not put bells on my feet, nor pom-poms on my head.
The King has not given me the wonderful responsibility of pulling his
carriage, nor put about me the golden harness.  Why have they chosen my
brother instead of me?"  And by the Spirit the answer came back to me as
I watched.  "Because one submitted to the will and discipline of the
King, and one rebelled, thus has one been chosen and the other set

Then I saw a great drought sweep across the land, and the green grass
became dead, dry, brown and brittle.  The little streams of water dried
up, stopped flowing, and there was only a small muddy puddle here and
there.  I saw the little colt (I was amazed that it never seemed to grow
or mature) as he ran here and there, across the fields looking for
fresh streams and green pastures, finding none.  Still he ran, seemingly
in circles, always looking for something to feed his hunger and quench
his thirst.  But there was drought and famine in the land, and the rich
green pastures and flowing streams of yesterday were not to be had.  And
one day the colt stood on the hillside on weak and wobbly legs,
wondering where to go next to find food, and how to get strength to go
on.  Seemed like there was no use, for good food and flowing streams
were a thing of the past, and all the efforts to find more only taxed
his waning strength.  Suddenly, he saw the King's carriage coming down
the road, pulled by six great horses.  And he saw his brother, strong,
with muscles rippling, sleek and beautiful from much grooming.  His
heart was amazed and perplexed, and he cried out:  "My brother, where do
you find the food to keep you strong in these days of famine and
drought?  I have run everywhere in my freedom, searching for food, and I
find none.  Where do you, in your awful confinement, find food in this
time of drought and famine?  Tell me please, for I must know!"  And then
came the answer in a voice filled with victory and praise:  "In my
King's house, there is a secret place in the confines of His stables
where He feeds me by His own hand, and His granaries are never empty,
and His well is never dry!"

And the Lord made me to know that in the day (which is presently near,
even at the door) when people are weak and famished in a time of
physical and spiritual famine, that those who have lost their own wills,
and have come into the Secret Place of the Most High, into the
confinement of His perfect will, shall have plenty of the bread of
heaven, and a never ending flow of fresh streams of living water and
revelation by His Spirit.