It's midday and the farm is abuzz with activity. Oxen teams are plowing their fields and making perfect rows. Yet, in one corner of the farm, we see a cloud of dust.
As we look closer, we see an oxen team, unequally yoked. This isn't the only unequally yoked team on the farm. Most of the other unequally yoked teams have one strong, big ox yoked to a smaller ox. The larger ox pulls most of the weight while the smaller ox lags behind a step. But this one team is different. The Smaller Ox seems to want to plow ahead, go the straight and narrow, whilst the Larger Ox is resisting. In fact, the Larger Ox is not only refusing to move forward, but is intentionally pulling backward and thrashing about, trampling the neat rows.
"Just take this burden from me! Let him go to the back 40 and graze the rest of his days! I'll get more done without him," shouted the Smaller Ox.
The Farmer replied, "How many other oxen do you see grazing lazily?"
The Smaller Ox craned her neck over the yoke and looked out into the pasture. "Well, none, I guess."
"That's because oxen are work animals. The harvest is plenty but the workers are few. I have yoked you together for a purpose. This Larger Ox is strong. So strong in fact, that no other oxen would be suited to help me train him, save you. You are his help mate."
"But, we have to plow the same ground time and time again. It's like we are getting nowhere," pleaded the Smaller Ox.
"Your ways are not My ways. You see only the row in front of you. I see the entire farm. Let Me be the Farmer. Let Me.......be the Farmer."