A Love Story

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SAIRAM,

Beautiful and no words can describe the feelings.

 

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Tue, 13 Mar 2007 5:03 PM

A LOVE STORY

 

 

 

 

 

om sai ram

A very nice one:---

Posted by: "dianabraèiæ" dina17012003

dina17012003

"A LOVE STORY"

 

Author Unknown

 

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the

sunrise. Ah, the beauty of God's creation is beyond

description! As I watched, I praised God for His

beautiful work. As I sat there, I felt the Lord's

presence with me. He asked me, "Do you love me?"

 

I answered, "Of course, God! You are my Lord and

Saviour!"

 

Then He asked, "If you were physically handicapped,

would you still love me?" I was perplexed. I looked

down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and

wondered how many things I wouldn't be able to do, the

things that I took for granted.

 

And I answered, "It would be tough Lord, but I would

still love you."

 

Then the Lord said, "If you were blind, would you

still love my creation?" How could I love something

without being able to see it? Then I thought of all

the blind people in the world and how many

still loved God and His creation.

 

So I answered, "It's hard to think of it, but I would

still love you."

 

The Lord then asked me, "If you were deaf, would you

still listen to my word?" How could I listen to

anything being deaf? Then I understood. Listening to

God's Word is not merely using our ears,

but our hearts. I answered, "It would be tough, but I

would still listen to Your word."

 

The Lord then asked, "If you were mute, would you

still praise My Name?" How could I praise without a

voice? Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing

from our very heart and soul. It never matters

what we sound like. And praising God is not always

with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God

praise with our words of thanks.

 

So I answered, "Though I could not physically sing, I

would still praise Your Name."

 

And the Lord asked, "Do you really love Me?"

 

With courage and a strong conviction, I answered

boldly, "Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one

and true God!"

 

I thought I had answered well, but God asked, "THEN

WHY DO YOU SIN?"

 

I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not

perfect."

 

"THEN WHY IN TIMES OF PEACE, DO YOU STRAY THE

FURTHEST?

WHY ONLY IN TIMES OF TROUBLE DO YOU PRAY THE EARNEST?"

 

No answers. Only tears.

 

The Lord continued: "Why only sing at fellowships and

retreats? Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why

ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so

unfaithfully? "

 

The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.

 

"Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading

the good news?

Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I

offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I

give you opportunities to serve in My Name?"

 

I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.

"You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw

this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to

serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have

revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in

knowledge. I have spoken to you, but your ears were

closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your

eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants,

but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have

heard your prayers and I have answered them all."

 

"DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME?"

 

I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed

beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to

this?

 

When my heart had cried out and my tears had flowed, I

said, "Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be

Your child."

 

The Lord answered, "That is My Grace, My child."

 

I asked, "Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why

do you love me so?"

 

The Lord answered, "Because you are My creation. You

are my child. I will never abandon you. When you cry,

I will have compassion and cry with you. When you

shout with joy, I will laugh with you. When you

are down, I will encourage you. When you fall, I will

raise you up.

When you are tired, I will carry you. I will be with

you till the end of days, and I will love you

forever."

 

Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have

been so cold?

How could I have hurt God as I had done? I bowed down

at the feet of Sai my Saviour.

And for the first time, I truly prayed.

 

With Love

Diana

 

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[Guest guest]

A Love Story

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."

—Jimi Hendrix

There's an old story about a group of monks

living with their master in a Tibetan monastery. Their lives were

disciplined and dedicated, and the atmosphere in which they lived

harmonious and peaceful. People from villages far and wide flocked to

the monastery to bask in the warmth of such a loving spiritual

environment.

Then one day the master departed his earthly

form. At first the monks continued on as they had in the past, but

after a time, the discipline and devotion that had been hallmarks of

their daily routine slackened. The number of villagers coming through

the doors each day began to drop, and little by little, the monastery

fell into a state of disrepair.

Soon the monks were bickering among

themselves, some pointing fingers of blame, others filled with guilt.

The energy within the monastery walls crackled with animosity.

Finally, the senior monk could take it no

longer. Hearing that a spiritual master lived as a hermit two days walk

away, the monk wasted no time in seeking him out. Finding the master in

his forest hermitage, the monk told him of the sad state the monastery

had fallen into and asked his advice.

The master smiled. "There is one living among

you who is the incarnation of God. Because he is being disrespected by

those around him, he will not show himself, and the monastery will

remain in disrepair." With those words spoken, the master fell silent

and would say no more.

All the way back to the monastery, the monk wondered which of his brothers might be the Incarnated One.

"Perhaps it is Brother Jaspar who does our

cooking," the monk said aloud. But then a second later thought, "No, it

can't be him. He is sloppy and ill tempered and the food he prepares is

tasteless."

"Perhaps our gardener, Brother Timor, is the

one," he then thought. This consideration, too, was quickly followed by

denial. "Of course not" he said aloud. "God is not lazy and would never

let weeds take over a lettuce patch the way Brother Timor has."

Finally, after dismissing each and every one

of his brothers for this fault or that, the senior monk realized there

were none left. Knowing it had to be one of the monks because the

master had said it was, he worried over it a bit before a new thought

dawned. "Could it be that the Holy One has chosen to display a fault in

order to disguise himself?" he wondered. "Of course it could! That must

be it!"

Reaching the monastery, he immediately told

his brothers what the master had said and all were just as astonished

as he had been to learn the Divine was living among them.

Since each knew it was not himself who was God

Incarnate, each began to study his brothers carefully, all trying to

determine who among them was the Holy One. But all any of them could

see were the faults and failings of the others. If God was in their

midst, he was doing a fine job of hiding himself. Finding the

Incarnated One among such rubble would be difficult, indeed.

After much discussion, it was finally decided

that they would all make an effort to be kind and loving toward each

another, treating all with the respect and honor one would naturally

give to the Incarnated One. If God insisted on remaining hidden, then

they had no recourse but to treat each monk as if he were the Holy One.

Each so concentrated on seeing God in the

other that soon their hearts filled with such love for one another the

chains of negativity that held them bound fell away. As time passed,

they began seeing God not just in each other, but in every one and

everything. Days were spent in joyful reverence, rejoicing in His Holy

Presence. The monastery radiated this joy like a beacon and soon the

villagers returned, streaming through the doors as they had before,

seeking to be touched by the love and devotion present there.

It was some time later that the senior monk decided to pay the master another visit to thank him for the secret he had revealed. "Did you discover the identity of the Incarnated One?" the master asked.

"We did," the senior monk replied. "We found him residing in all of us."

The master smiled.

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