It was raining outside, and the Capuchin friend was sitting in the room, in front of the window. While watching, he became aware of the judge as he increased his steps in the pouring rain.
"Where, where, so fast?" he asked her, leaning out the window.
"I'm in a hurry, as much as possible, so as not to be drenched in God's blessing," answered the judge, who otherwise duly respected all of God's blessings.
"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry that your speech is so ungodly," the friend scolded. "Aren't you ashamed, even trying to run away from God's blessing?"
"Of course not," snapped the judge, slowing down his steps. Of course, he was soaked to the skin by the time he got home, and the Capuchin friend learned a good thing about what had happened.
The next day it rained again. Now the judge was sitting in the room in front of the window. He watched and marveled at the heavenly blessing falling in the form of a summer shower. His eyes suddenly fell on the Capuchin friend as he was hurrying home, jumping over puddles, even lifting his cloak.
"Noah, noah!" the judge growled, leaning out of the window. "Haven't you forgotten your scolding from yesterday?" Don't you know what a shameful act it is to run away from God's blessing?
The friend was already ready with the answer:
"You know my son, I run so that I don't trample on God's blessing with my feet, not so that I don't get wet."
(Instructive stories from the beautiful Hungarian past)
