The King, the Beggars, and God's Grace



A pious king ruled his kingdom. There was a very famous and ancient temple in his kingdom. The temple was so famous that devotees from far and wide flocked there to visit. The king himself was a devout believer and regularly visited the temple daily for darshan and worship.

The temple had high stairs, through which the king would return to his palace. Two beggars would sit on those stairs every day—one on the left and the other on the right. Whenever the king would come down after darshan, both beggars would call out in their own way.

The beggar on the left would say, "Oh God! You have given the king so much, please give me some too."

And the beggar on the right would say, "Oh King! God has given you so much, please give me some too."

The king heard this scene and this conversation every day. Initially, he paid no attention to these things. He ignored them, thinking they were the cries of ordinary beggars.  But after hearing this for several days, one day, a profound thought struck the king.

He thought, "Both beggars are saying the same thing, but their perspectives are different. One is asking God, and the other me. The one on the right seems to trust me more than God."

The king became emotional at this thought. He immediately called his minister and said, "Minister, you've seen those two beggars. The one on the right is asking me. He trusts me. Why don't we help him?"

The minister said, "As you wish, Your Majesty."

The king continued, "Tomorrow I'll be out on royal business. In my absence, you help him. Prepare a bowl of delicious kheer and hide gold coins beneath it. He'll receive both kheer and money. His life will change, and he'll never come begging again."

The minister was deeply moved by the king's compassion and wisdom. He said, "Your Majesty, this is a very good idea."

The next day, the king left the kingdom. The minister arrived at the temple on the king's behalf. He respectfully called the beggar sitting on his right and handed him a bowl full of kheer.

The minister said, "You used to say that God has blessed the king with so much. The king, pleased, has sent this kheer for you."

The beggar on his right was overjoyed. He was overjoyed to see the kheer. He began eating it and teased the beggar on his left, saying, "See! This is kheer from the king's palace! How do you know its taste?"

When some kheer remained, he said to the beggar on his left, "Take it, brother. You too, taste some. You too will know what the king's kheer tastes like."

He extended the bowl to the beggar on his left. The beggar on his left took the bowl and said quietly, "I'll eat it later."

He took the bowl and left. When he reached his residence, he drank some of it.  As the pudding simmered, his eyes lit up. Gold coins glittered beneath the bowl!

He was filled with wonder and joy. Tears welled up in his eyes. He understood that this was God's grace.

After that day, the beggar no longer came to the temple steps to beg. Now, he visited the temple every day and, with folded hands, thanked God, "O Lord, you have delivered to me what you had to give me."

A few days later, when the king returned and went to visit the temple, he learned all this. The king said to the beggar on the right, "The coins that were sent for you did not reach you. They reached the one on the left."

Then the king said in a serious tone, "Now understand. The one on the left was right—'O Lord, you have given so much to the king, please give me some too.' God delivered it to the one he had to give. We were merely the conduit."

This short story teaches a profound truth of life—Whatever God has to deliver, He will surely deliver. We are neither special nor omnipotent. We are merely His instruments.

When the thought that everything happens by God's will settles in our minds, we gain the strength to endure every challenge in life. We gain the courage to overcome every crisis. And the mind experiences profound peace.

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