GOD AND A PURE HEART

















"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men." 

  — Frederick Douglass

Last Sunday (10th June) was the Certification Day of our Personality Development (Summer) programme. We had published two books on this occasion. One of them was titled ‘Little Lady’. Eight-year-old  Richa Ojha had written some 20-plus stories and we had put them together in this book. Some of these stories she had heard from us or her school teachers and parents. Some she had read from the books. And, some, she had written from her own experience. The idea of a book was planted in little Richa’s mind more than two months ago and, she had diligently worked on it. That kind of commitment was missing in rest of the participants, who were much older in age. So, the book was a tribute to this little lady for her exceptional commitment.

I had particularly loved two stories she had shared in this book. Incidentally, both the stories were about our relationship with God…


FACE OF GOD

Jack was a village boy who wanted to see God. He wanted to meet God and talk to Him. One day, he packed some food, water and toys in his bag and went in search of God.

Jack searched the whole day, till evening. But, he couldn’t find God. Finally, he stopped at a park nearby and saw an old lady sitting on a bench alone. She looked very sad and tired. Initially, jack was a little reluctant; but, then he sat with her and shared his food and water. They spoke to each other for a long time. Then, they both went home happily.

After reaching home, Jack told his mother about how he met God, that day. “It was a loving old lady,” he said. On the other hand, the old lady said to her family, “Today, I met God; He was a young boy”... They both had found God in each other.     
                                                            
MORAL: God is everywhere – in everyone and everything... We must have a pure heart to find Him.


GOD HELPS THOSE
WHO HELP THEMSELVES

Once, there lived a priest. He was a great devotee and always thought that God would help him in any situation. He spent most of his time in the temple serving God and performing rituals.

One day, it rained heavily and slowly there was a flood-kind of situation. As usual, the priest was in the temple. A villager came running and shouted, “Sir, please go home, or else you will be drowned.” On hearing this, the priest thought that he did not have to worry as God would save him.

After some time, the temple steps were getting filled with water. A man came on a boat and he offered to help the priest. But, again, the priest didn’t go with the person. He was sure that God would surely come to help him.

Slowly and slowly, the entire temple-town got drowned in water. The priest climbed up to the highest place in the temple and sat there. Suddenly, a helicopter came to his rescue; but, the priest, once again, refused to go in the helicopter… He was still waiting for God!

At last, the Priest lost his life in that heavy rain and flood. When he met God in heaven, he was very upset. He questioned God, “I have served You my entire life and I was sure that in my difficult situation, You would come and help me. Why didn’t You save me in the flood?”

 God smiled and said to the Priest, “My dear child, what do you think? Who were those three men who came to rescue you when everyone was running for his own life?”

 MORAL: God helps us in His own ways. But, He helps us only when we help ourselves.

I had heard both these stories before Richa brought them for her book. But, when this little one narrated them, they really sounded meaningful…

Is God easily approachable to little children? Do we adults complicate our relationship with Him?

Jesus had said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them: for, the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."


GERALD D’CUNHA

Pic: Kamal Kishore Rikhari


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