The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” John 3:8. (NIV)
A MAN HAD THREE HORSES WHOM he named Beauty, Joy and Princess. They lived with him on his farm and he loved his horses very muc. He was very kind to his horses and took good care of them, feeding them with the best hay and grooming them frequently.
He often came to the stables to check on his horses and would speak to them in a very gentle, loving way and pat them on the head, calling them by their individual names. The horses were so fond of their master and often jostled with each other to get his undivided attention but he loved them all equally.
Whenever they heard his footsteps approaching the stable, they would start jumping around with excitement and rub their heads on his back when he entered the stable.
When they were alone, the horses told each other stories about how he treated them with such kindness every time he rode them out on his trips to town. He would often show them off to his friends, boasting about how good his horses were and how he had so much affection for them.