Messengers of God

“If you want to see miracles than be the miracle.” – Bruce Almighty You may be thinking that this post must have something to do with religion, but let me tell you at the very beginning that it has nothing to do with religion.I am talking about the real messengers of God, the people who take God in their hearts wherever they go.Yes,you read it correct, they take God with them. You must be wondering about which people I am talking about. I am talking about the people who are making difference to the world yet they don’t get recognition because we take it for granted, that they are like that only. We quite often say it candidly that (s)he is a very helpful person and that is it. But, frankly speaking hardly a handful people have the courage to help people around them. Let me start with the people who helped me when I needed the most, and they did not even give me a chance to thank them. I was a patient of Epilepsy, when I was a kid.And in that period of time I came to know that the world is a beautiful place to live. I used to get serious attacks and at that moment I was totally helpless, and I never knew when the attacks would come. So, the attacks would come variably at home , at school, or at the middle of the road. I was lucky if the attacks came at home or at school where everyone knew me. But if it came at the latter, than you can imagine what could be my condition, but I was very lucky in those cases that I was always helped by someone or the other. At those times, I felt like they were the messengers of God, who came down to Earth just to help me. It was one such day,when I got a serious attack I had and there was my mother with me. My mother was waiting for the attack to calm down as she had no other choice. There were many people who knew us but weren’t doing much because they themselves did not know what to do. They wanted to help us but they could not for the simple reason that they were not very sure of what to do. Infact, most of them helped in whatever way they could. But, the most courageous effort was shown by a gentleman (whose name I could not know due to my position). He came forward and lifted me in his arms, which needed quite a lot of effort as during an attack I used to get stiff as a steel rod and convulsions were so strong and nobody knew in which direction my limbs would get. I cannot put that experience into words but just try to imagine. He lifted me and put me in his car and asked my mom where to go. He then told that he saw us and just thought “I was wondering who it was from the other road and it was my Baidew (elder sister) and instantly I came down”. I have never met that man before and look at his humbleness. How comfortably he was helping us by not just by taking us to our home but also encouraging us that everything will be alright. We then reached home and he just left without even drinking a drop of water in his new found sisters home. He went away, and till date we don’t know who he was or where he is now. Now, isn’t that a wonderful miracle. A miracle that is being blessed to all of us and it only needs an oppurtunity to get noticed. That man was truly a messeneger of God, saying that God is not just found in the religious places but God is everywhere in whatever form. So, we should love everyone, everything, and then we will see that the world is a beautiful place to live in like I see it. There are many people who came to my life at various points with similar messages making my belief even stronger. And I know there are many such experiences that are yet to be faced, and I am eagerly waiting for it to happen. Amen.