I was a heart broken person last year after my dad's demise.
I began to doubt the existence of God. A cascade of unfortunate events, resulting in multi organ failure had brought about my dad's downfall. He fought valiantly but God had already made up his plans.
During his mid life, he endured diabetes,heart and kidney ailments with an ever smiling face. In USA, a couple of years back a doctor called him a superman. He was a charismatic person and had his fan following wherever he went.
Why God could not give him an extension for a couple of years started eroding my mind. We all needed him, always by our side for his reassuring support.
I was upset with the almighty. All my prayers and beliefs came to a halt.
I was a devout believer but now I became an agnostic.
I just stopped praying.
After a couple of months or so, I got a home visit call.
A 80 year old man was languishing in the bed for the last 6 months. He had a series of brain strokes.He had become like a virtual comatose vegetable. He had become totally dependent. He had stopped speaking and only uttered indecipherable grunts.
At times, he used to open his eyes and stare at the ceiling. I saw the man and his poignant eyes just begged for salvation.
His soul desired liberation.
I went home and thanked God for not letting my dad suffer. He was a fiercely independent persona and such a state would have tortured him.
I closed my 'now open' eyes and resumed my prayers all over again.
God always has the best plans.
We realise it too late.
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