Blanket from God
--by Raghu, posted Sep 18, 2006
The men were engrossed in their conversation and did not pay heed to me as I inched closer to hear their words.
“In these winter months, we’re lucky that the sun shines so brightly in the day and offers some heat in the cold, but what are we going to do at night? My blanket is thin and torn and offers no protection from the cold.”
Knowing that they would sit there for a while, I went to our clothing stash and quickly got two blankets.
Again, they did not see me approach.
“Here you go uncle,” I said as I handed each a blanket. “It’s cold these days. These blankets might be of some use to you.”
Words can’t describe the surprise on their faces as I handed the blankets to the men. One of the men reached to take the dust from my feet (a sign of great respect, typically done by the young to the old). “Son, you are our God. We were just talking about how we are going to face the cold at night and you appeared with blankets.”
“No uncle, do not say that I am God. God sent me here to answer your prayer. All I ask if that you pray that I may of service to more people.”