But Yuvraj it is now that you must not lose your confidence. Now when you are suddenly fragile. And yet I remember Uncle George. Uncle George, my neighbour, stayed a floor below me, with wife and three children. Uncle George was a man of God, and ever so often, climbed stairs to come and share and pray with me over some problem I had gotten into. One day I heard that his only son was stricken with leukaemia.
I did not see him for awhile as he ran from hospital to hospital trying to find a cure. I met him a few months hence. “How did you feel?” I asked, “when doctors told you he had such dreaded disease?” Uncle George looked at me, his eyes, soft and kind. He sat in the same chair he always sat on when he came to visit me and on which he had so ever so often offered a prayer. “When I heard that my son had leukaemia, I just looked up to God and said, Lord take over, and He did..!”
Its been many years since and Uncle George now lives in a land many thousand miles away, but the other day his son, the very same one who had fallen ill, came home to visit. A strapping youngster, I looked at him and smiled inside. God had surely taken over. I wonder how I will be when calamity strikes? I would like to be like Uncle George who lived a confident life trusting his God with every moment? Who when calamity struck did not flounder and fall but continued trusting.
Read Gullivers Travels? I’m sure you have. I sometimes wonder how the giant Gulliver felt in the land of the little Lilliputans. He must have looked down at the tiny fellows, going about their daily activities, building houses, making money, pumping iron, and he must have laughed, realising how fragile they were, that a gust of wind could knock down their fancy castles, that his own foot in the wrong place could crush them to death. And yet, they strutted, swaggered and showed off, as if they were the toughest, strongest people in the universe.
How like Lilliputans we are. And like the giant Gulliver, a mighty God must be watching and wondering how we trust so much in our own muscle power, money power. Till one little fall and we are suddenly fragile. Uncle George was not, nor need you ever be dear Yuvraj..!