Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts

Sunday, July 15, 2012

God's Tough Love



When we are beaming with success or luxuriating in wealth, we seldom feel miffed with god. In our affluence and prosperity, we take his blessings to be a mark of our good fortune. But what happens when we are ripped off of comfort and are faced with situations that challenge our faith in god? Losing a highly remunerative job, a loved one, or failing in life’s countless endeavors are examples of some unexpected mishaps. During privation, we often feel betrayed by god’s grace and his eternal love and begin to question his imperceptible plans for us. Here is a short story that would delineate our unfathomable relationship with god.    

Once upon a time, a survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small and uninhabited island. In his restlessness to save himself, he offered feverish prayers to the lord and desired that he be rescued. Every day the survivor scanned the horizon for help, but none of his efforts or prayers seemed to be paying. Days and months passed by and the exhausted sailor eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to defend himself from his unasked cast away. In his hut, the sailor had his little possessions that he had saved during the ship wreck. One day when the sailor came back to his hut after hunting for food, he found his little hut burning in flames and the smoke rolling up to the sky. The poor sailor had experienced the worst. In his anger and annoyance with the lord, he asked, “Oh lord, why did you have to be cruel with me?” Stunned with grief, the sailor asked, “lord, how could you do this to me?” and he slept feeling bitter and blue. The next morning when the sailor woke up, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that had come to rescue him. The weary sailor asked his rescuers, “How did you know I was here?” The rescuers replied, “We saw your smoke signal.” 

When it is dark and desolate, we can rarely imagine god’s mysterious and profound ways of loving us. His ways may seem abstruse yet they contain life’s refined and pragmatic lessons. When god puts us to a test, we may hold a grudge against him. In our failing faith, we may lose hope in prayers and believe that god’s heavenly warmth has left us stranded. We, however, forget that it is the god himself who wants us to be marooned, penniless, and shipwrecked, so that he could rescue us from our doubts and insecurities. It is god’s tough love that makes us strong enough to find a new purpose in our swamped and submerged life. Hence, from a fragile being during our gala times we turn into resilient individuals during our rough patch. It seems that God’s elusive plans are surreal, which cannot be questioned, but could only be surrendered to.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Slimy Death


A Guest Post by Farida Rizwan



Who in this mortal world can be so clever?
As to escape death and live forever.
Whoever at a time had a chance of life’s greeting,
Sure with death will have an appointed meeting.

 Nothing can escape death, be it however strong. 
Everything has an end, though some may live very long. 
The sun, moon, stars and all the milky way, 
Will have to face death, on a certain day

 Merciless death! Who all have turned into corpse? 
Once livid things, how sad they now sleep like tops. 
A painter who could depict his mind on canvas, 
A man with a voice that could sway the mass.

 A killer who for money had taken many lives, 
And the one who must have widowed his many wives, 
A being with a heart of gold or the one with temper wild, 
A mother who was yet to feed her newborn child.

 A soldier fighting out bravely in midst of a battle, 
An innocent child was enjoying his rattle, 
The one who had no fun but lived in strife, 
Along with the one who cared a lot for unfaithful life.

 The person worth a lot for his knowledge was great 
Death never cares when it is out of straight 
It shows no discrimination to any living man 
For each it has fixed a certain life span

 Carelessly it plucks from kids their mothers 
Death is a must for even those who spent their lives for others 
The wailing mother can earn no pity from death 
Nor a thousand tears can earn a single breath 

Death does not stand admiring a soldier brave 
It just goes about on its job of filling the grave 
Death is not bought or sold at any store 
It may just strike from blue or from earth’s core

 It may strike one who has trodden enough on the earth 
Or one who is just enjoying his birth 
The poor cannot sell it, the rich cannot buy it 
The weak cannot hide from it, the strong cannot tie it

 The shadow of death lurks here, there and everywhere 
It can be found hiding just about anywhere 
When it holds life with its steely grip 
Life has no chance, but to start its final trip

 When will come the dark angel, my hand to hold? 
Just the thought makes my blood run cold 
To strike the paper with pen as my hand bends 
Death must be leading how many towards their ends?????
BY: Farida Rizwan

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About The Author: 


Farida Rizwan is an inimitable and an inspiring blogger from Chaptersfrommylife.blogspot.com. She believes that every piece of her life has been like a chapter that has always left her with an inevitable lesson. A striking yet touching chapter of her life surrounds around her strength to survive stage 3 Cancer. Farida believes that the disease left an indelible mark on her personality besides providing her the power to reinvent her life in many ways. Farida today yearns to be a self-actualized individual. She believes that sometimes god chooses the direction for us and we just need to believe in his chosen route for us.