A precious lesson of Faith!

I met a couple who lost their son due to a heart attack, and whose mortal remains hasn't arrived yet home from Europe where he was working, since the procedures are not through yet. It's been more than a week since they recieved the news of their dear son's demise; a boy who was so affectionate to his parents and to his younger brother. 

It was so difficult for all their family and friends to accept this tragedy and to hear the father’s cry was too much to take. Yet he gathered some strength through the consoling words of his friends and family, and the close-knit family still continues their prolonging wait. 

We went there to condole the bereaved family and the father and younger son welcomed us. With a few relatives around, the household waits in patience for the papers to be cleared and his remains to be brought back home.

The pain was so intense and we told them that the mother needn't even come to meet us if she doesn't feel like. But after some time, she slowly came. She hugged me and cried and without a word she conveyed all her feelings through her silent tears. The beautiful cheerful lady looked totally shaken and lost. Her body was shaking and she had no courage to face the world. She found some comfort in the tight hug of the younger son and slowly went back to her room. I had no words and I knew absolutely nothing can ever comfort a parent who lost the child.

Before leaving them, I went to the bedroom to see her. She took my words of comfort as if she was so hungry for them. She hugged me once again tight and told me this.."please pray that he should come soon." I cannot explain or express what I felt at that moment. I saw HUMILITY, SUBMISSION TO THE WILL OF GOD, UNQUESTIONING FAITH, HUMBLE DEPENDENCE ON GOD EVEN IN TIMES OF TOTAL BROKENNESS.

In this world of blaming and rebelling, questioning God and denying Him when any small thing doesn't go the way we want, calling God cruel and make Him responsible for every little misfortune, these people stand as Real Heroes. Not even once, not even as a reaction to this unexpected shocking news, did they blame or question God or their fate.

I don't know if our presence made a difference to their grief. But we received the greatest lesson of our lives! Their grief may never end, their wound may never heal. But I am sure that they'll find their strength in their God and keep on moving. And I am doubly sure that they will find relief in their younger son who is also so affectionate and caring and they'll be fine and will find enough reasons to smile again.

It is neither our religion nor the way we preach it so loud, but it is the way that we pass through the most horrible tests and trials of life that proves the depth of our faith in God.