Chocolate Banana Muffins

The White Horse & Chocolate Banana Bread Muffins

Ecclesiastes 8:7 (nirv)

No one knows what lies ahead. So who can tell a person what’s going to happen?


I spend the better part of my life trying to plan for or control the future. Countless hours go into preparing for things that never happen. Even more time is spent unpacking events, conversations, and the deep mysteries of life in order to gain some secret knowledge about what’s to come.

It’s crazy. So crazy. I just recently realized how little time I actually spend in the present, simply living. And even worse, most of my time that is spent in the present is actually consumed by making judgements about life; an action that’s reserved only for God, the only One who can actually see what lies ahead.

This is an on-going struggle for me, and something I try to work on daily. Recently, I read a parable in Max Lucado’s Book, In the Eye of the Storm, that offered me an entirely new perspective on the events of life, and the lack of understanding that I have. It lead me to look at how often I respond as the village people, instead of the old man. I hope this parable moves you and shapes your heart like it did mine.

Directly from In the Eye of the Storm by Max Lucado:

Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village.  Although poor, he was envied by all, for he owned a beautiful white horse.  Even the king coveted his treasure.  A horse like this had never been seen before – such was its splendor, its majesty, its strength. 

People offered fabulous prices for the steed, but the old man always refused.  “This horse is not a horse to me,” he would tell them.  “It is a person.  How could you sell a person?  He is a friend, not a possession.  How could you sell a friend.”  The man was poor and the temptation was great.  But he never sold the horse. 

One morning he found that the horse was not in his stable.  All the village came to see him.  “You old fool,” they scoffed, “we told you that someone would steal your horse.  We warned you that you would be robbed.  You are so poor.  How could you ever protect such a valuable animal?  It would have been better to have sold him.  You could have gotten whatever price you wanted.  No amount would have been to high.  Now the horse is gone and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded,  “Don’t speak too quickly.  Say only that the horse is not in the stable.  That is all we know; the rest is judgment.  If I’ve been cursed or not, how can you know? How can you judge?”

The people contested, “Don’t make us out to be fools! We may not be philosophers, but great philosophy is not needed.  The simple fact that your horse is gone is a curse.”

The old man spoke again.  “All I know is that the stable is empty, and the horse is gone.  The rest I don’t know.  Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say.  All we can see is a fragment.  Who can say what will come next?”

The people of the village laughed.  They thought that the man was crazy.  They had always thought he was a fool; if he wasn’t, he would have sold the horse and lived off the money.  But instead, he was a poor woodcutter, and old man still cutting firewood and dragging it out of the forest and selling it.  He lived hand to mouth in the misery of poverty.  Now he had proven that he was, indeed, a fool. 

After fifteen days, the horse returned.  He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest.  Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses with him.  Once again, the village people gathered around the woodcutter and spoke.  “Old man, you were right and we were wrong.  What we thought was a curse was a blessing.  Please forgive us.”

The man responded, “Once again, you go too far.  Say only that the horse is back.  State only that a dozen horses returned with him, but don’t judge.  How do you know if this is a blessing or not?  You see only a fragment.  Unless you know the whole story, how can you judge?  You read only one page of a book.  Can you judge the whole book? You read only one word of one phrase.  Can you understand the entire phrase?”

“Life is so vast, yet you judge all of life with one page or one word.  All you have is one fragment!  Don’t say that this is a blessing.  No one knows.  I am content with what I know.  I am not perturbed by what I don’t.”

“Maybe the old man is right,” they said to one another.  So they said little.  But down deep, they knew he was wrong.  They knew it was a blessing.  Twelve wild horses had returned.  With a little work, the animals could be broken and trained and sold for much money. 

The old man had a son, an only son.  The young man began to break the wild horses.  After a few days, he fell from one of the horses and broke both legs.  Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and cast their judgments. 

“You were right,” they said.  “You proved you were right.  The dozen horses were not a blessing.  They were a curse.  Your only son has broken both his legs, and now in your old age you have no one to help you.  Now you are poorer than ever.”

The old man spoke again.  “You people are obsessed with judging.  Don’t go so far.  Say only that my son broke his legs.  Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse?  No one knows.  We only have a fragment.  Life comes in fragments.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country engaged in war against a neighboring country.  All the young men of the village were required to join the army.  Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he was injured.  Once again the people gathered around the old man, crying and screaming because their sons had been taken.  There was little chance that they would return.  The enemy was strong, and the war would be a losing struggle.  They would never see their sons again.

“You were right, old man,” They wept.  “God knows you were right.  This proves it.  Your son’s accident was a blessing.  His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you.  Our sons are gone forever.”

The old man spoke again.  “It is impossible to talk with you.  You always draw conclusions.  No one knows.  Say only this.  Your sons had to go to war, and mine did not.  No one knows if it is a blessing or a curse.  No one is wise enough to know.  Only God knows.”


Is there any situation or circumstance in your life currently that you’ve made a judgement on? Is it possible that you may have judged it too quickly, and that there’s a blessing buried inside? Spend some time looking for the blessings in the apparent curses of your life and journal about what you uncover. Even if you cannot see the blessings in your circumstances, can you begin to move to a place of trust in who God is and what He’s doing that you might not be able to see right now?


For all of your judgements to be replaced with trust and faith.

2 Muffins Per Serving

Chocolate Banana Bread Muffins

5 minPrep Time

15 minCook Time

20 minTotal Time

Serves 12 Muffins

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  • 3 bananas
  • 1 egg
  • 1/4 cup unsweetened apple sauce
  • 2 cups oats
  • 2 tablespoons maple syrup
  • 2 tablespoons granulated sweetener
  • 2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 2 tablespoons chopped walnuts
  • 1 tablespoon dark chocolate chips


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
  2. In a blender, combine all ingredients except for chocolate chips and walnuts
  3. Once blended, stir in chocolate chips and walnuts
  4. Line a muffin tin with liners or spray with non-stick cooking spray
  5. Pour batter evenly into tins, about 1/2 way full
  6. Bake for 15 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean from center

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If you’d prefer to have the chocolate chips melted on the top of the muffins, you can leave them out of the batter and then evenly distribute across the tops of each muffin once batter is poured.

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