Spiritual stories - God will save me
>> Wednesday, July 7, 2010
There was this priest (pujari) in a small village. He lived in the temple of the town and took care of the religious needs of the villagers. He was a good, kind man, had blind faith in God and was liked and respected by one and all.
One year in monsoon, there was tremendous rain and storm in the village. The villagers expected the rain and storm to subside in a few hours and as such remained indoors to bid the time. Instead, the rain increased. Next day, the river overflowed and their houses and fields were knee deep in water. As water level increased, the villagers feared for their lives and decided to cross the river because the opposite bank was on higher level. They gathered their belongings in small bundles and requested the priest to do the same and cross the river with them. The priest told them that his God would save him, but for them to leave pronto. No amount of coaxing from elderly and wise villagers had any effect on him. The villagers crossed the river with a heavy heart and the village was empty but for the priest.
The rain-storm increased. The villagers, form across the bank could see water level rise dangerously. Suddenly, they saw a stranger with a bundle of thick rope on his shoulders. No body had seen him earlier. When questioned, the stranger said he could not let the priest die and would try to bring him to safety with the help of the rope. He then crossed the river and requested the priest to accompany him to safety. The priest gave the same reply saying his God would not let him die. The stranger went away.
The village was sinking. The priest was visible on top of the temple, still unmoved. Out of the blue, one boat was seen moving towards the village with another person. This time too, the priest refused to move. By this time the village had entirely sunk. Only the top of the temple was visible with the priest with only his neck out of water. A helicopter appeared from nowhere to the astonishment of the villagers. A rope ladder was thrown for the priest to grab which he (the priest) ignored, waved the machine away and shouted that his God would come. Eventually, the village sunk and so did the priest and died.
Later, up above, mighty displeased, he confronted his God: “Why, oh why did you not come to my rescue? I served you all through my life, kept tremendous faith in you, refused all help from others to set example of your existence and you let me die? How will others have faith in you?
The God responded: “I did come to save you, not once, but thrice. You did not recognize me. What can I do?
God and opportunity come in any form. You have to make good with them.
One year in monsoon, there was tremendous rain and storm in the village. The villagers expected the rain and storm to subside in a few hours and as such remained indoors to bid the time. Instead, the rain increased. Next day, the river overflowed and their houses and fields were knee deep in water. As water level increased, the villagers feared for their lives and decided to cross the river because the opposite bank was on higher level. They gathered their belongings in small bundles and requested the priest to do the same and cross the river with them. The priest told them that his God would save him, but for them to leave pronto. No amount of coaxing from elderly and wise villagers had any effect on him. The villagers crossed the river with a heavy heart and the village was empty but for the priest.
The rain-storm increased. The villagers, form across the bank could see water level rise dangerously. Suddenly, they saw a stranger with a bundle of thick rope on his shoulders. No body had seen him earlier. When questioned, the stranger said he could not let the priest die and would try to bring him to safety with the help of the rope. He then crossed the river and requested the priest to accompany him to safety. The priest gave the same reply saying his God would not let him die. The stranger went away.
The village was sinking. The priest was visible on top of the temple, still unmoved. Out of the blue, one boat was seen moving towards the village with another person. This time too, the priest refused to move. By this time the village had entirely sunk. Only the top of the temple was visible with the priest with only his neck out of water. A helicopter appeared from nowhere to the astonishment of the villagers. A rope ladder was thrown for the priest to grab which he (the priest) ignored, waved the machine away and shouted that his God would come. Eventually, the village sunk and so did the priest and died.
Later, up above, mighty displeased, he confronted his God: “Why, oh why did you not come to my rescue? I served you all through my life, kept tremendous faith in you, refused all help from others to set example of your existence and you let me die? How will others have faith in you?
The God responded: “I did come to save you, not once, but thrice. You did not recognize me. What can I do?
God and opportunity come in any form. You have to make good with them.
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