Shri Nathji used to tell the story of a thirsty bird without wings that prayed to God, asking for water. The area was mountainous. The bird sat atop a hill. Suddenly there was a flood in the plains; the waters submerged everything in sight and rose and rose till they had reached the top of the hill on which the bird sat. The bird dipped its beak into the waters and took in a few drops, satiating its thirst. All that devastation–to satiate the thirst of a little bird!
The question was barely posed before God, when another equally dramatic event was allowed to occur. An old vulture, hungry for food, searched the earth and the skies for food. It prayed to God. And God directed it to the bird below! The vulture swooped down and swallowed the bird that had just begun to relax after satiating its thirst!
The saints and sages were rudely awakened in their meditations and began to question God for this harsh act, which appeared disharmonious to them.
And there rang out the voice of God from the heavens: “You have no right to question my Will!”
What appeared disharmonious to human intelligence had some innate significance that only the Divine Will could understand. Shri Nathji would sum it up in the writings of the Sikhs:
Teraa bhaana meethhaa laage
Thy Will shall ever be sweet for us!
Or the saying of Christ: “Thy Will be done!”