One day, through the primeval wood, a calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew, a crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then three hundred years have fled, and I infer; the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail, and thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day, by a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bell-wether sheep pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too, as good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o’er hill and glade, through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out, and dodged, and turned, and bent about
And uttered words of righteous wrath because ‘twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed—do not laugh— the first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked, because he wobbled when he walked.
This forest path became a lane, that bent, and turned, and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road, where many a poor horse with load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun, and traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half they trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet, the road became a village street;
And this, before men were aware, a city’s crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this, of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half, trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout, followed the zigzag calf about;
And o’er his crooked journey went, the traffic of a continent,
A hundred thousand men were led, by one calf near three centuries dead.
For thus such reverence is lent, to well-established precedent.
A moral lesson this might teach, were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind, along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun, to do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track, and out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue, to keep the path that others do.
They keep the path a sacred groove, along which all their lives they move.
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh, who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah! Many things this tale might teach— but I am not ordained to preach.
by Sam Walter Ross
PATRICK LAI and his family have worked in SE Asia for over 37 years. His experience in doing business with Jesus has brought him to understand the meaning of work and worship in the marketplace. He started 14 businesses in four countries, six of which are still operating. Patrick and his wife, May, mentor and coach businesspeople working where there are few or no Christians. Check out Patrick’s latest book, Workship, now available in paperback and e-book.