Man with an umbrella (inspirational)

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Man with an umbrella

A long time ago, there was a severe draught in certain parts of India. One

village in particular was caught up right in the middle of this draught belt.

The economy of this village was entirely dependent on agricultural produce.

Without rains, the villagers faced a bleak future, indeed. The extreme heat of

the sun had dried up the rivers and the lakes. There was hardly any water left

in the wells. The people were really desperate for water.

 

The villagers approached the village pundit (priest) and asked him to organise a

prayer-for- rain meeting in the temple. The whole village turned out at this

prayer meeting. One man was among the last group of people who arrived at the

temple and every body with strange quizzical looks on their faces, was looking

at this one man.

 

This man was carrying an umbrella and he was the only man who brought his

umbrella to this prayer meeting. No villager was ever seen carrying an umbrella

outside of the rainy seasons. To the villagers, it was as strange as seeing a

housewife going everyday to the vegetable market dressed in a bride’s

costume! For it seemed unconventional to carry an umbrella when there was not

one rain cloud in the sky.

 

The prayer meeting commenced and at the end of all the rituals and ceremonies,

when people were about to leave the temple, they could

not hold back their curiosity about the man and his umbrella.

 

‘Why was he carrying the umbrella?’ the people asked.

 

Upon being questioned, the man with the umbrella replied:

 

‘The Lord will provide. He gives and He takes away. The Lord will surely

answer our prayers for rain and I will need the umbrella for the rains’.

 

The villagers laughed him off. Not one of the villagers could appreciate the

absolute and sincere faith of the man with the umbrella. The scorching heat of

the sun outside the temple was still fresh in their minds.

 

And then……..

 

Behold, a miracle took place. As the people were streaming out of the temple

door and putting on their shoes, rain clouds appeared in the sky, the gentle

breeze gave way to gusting winds, the pallor of the sky darkened and thunder

and lightning heralded the coming of the rains. And a sudden downpour opened

the eyes of the villagers.

 

Their ridicule of the man with the umbrella changed to amazement, disbelief, and

they now understood the intense faith of this man. All the villagers agreed that

it was the sincere prayer of this one man with his total faith and devotion that

the Lord simply had to answer.

 

Whatever is sacrificed, given or performed, and whatever austerity is practised

without faith, it is called ‘asat’, O Arjuna, it is naught here or

hereafter (after death).

 

>From The Bhagavad GitaChapter 17, verse 28

 

Duty is God, Work is Worship