A Resurrected World

By Lisvan Rodrigues

Sipping a cup of Coffee is what I like to do every odd hour and these are the times my brain drifts on to a whole new cosmos. I don’t read newspapers neither do I watch news (it depresses me). Well life is better without knowing what happens to the world isn’t it?

Mind- Like a forest lost in a different dimension, wanders as the sad fading knells fall on my ears, they told me, He is dead! It was the eve of Good-Friday I climbed up, taking each step, my eyes swollen they wanted to cry. He is ‘Dead’ the church bells reminded me as I continued to walk up the steep slope. I stopped; I sighed

I could see it standing tall. They had my savior, I mustered every little bit of courage as I rushed towards him. I saw him; He indeed was ‘Dead’. A little did I know that this man had taken my breath away he had filled my head with wisdom he was the one I looked up to, I never had anyone besides him in my life and now they had killed him.

The setting sun spreads out mysticism, a dwelling of peace, an embrace of love. I sat there as I contemplated on my beloved’s death.

Filled with anger she said to him: Get out of my sight

He whispered: I never meant it, forgive me! I know I have cheated on you I accept! It shall never happen again let this pass. Forgive me (he sobbed)

She left like a storm, hurting him badly, never to return.

“Forgive not once but seventy times seven” he always taught the crowd around him. I can still recall his last words “Forgive them father for they do not know what they are doing”. He wasn’t here to teach anymore. They killed him, his own people. They crucified him. He is ‘Dead’.

It was the next day I still didn’t feel better I moved out, Knowing he had a lot of followers apart from me, I drifted by the wind just to see how much they actually loved him, how much they learned from him.

It was a terrible day for this old beggar friend of mine, he went out on the streets just because he had nothing to eat, the weather wasn’t in his favour, it was raining out of the blues, he was starving I could hear his eyes saying to the man in the rickshaw ‘For the love of God, I beg of you’. Stuck in the traffic signal; he moved his head away as if to ignore him. ‘Why should I give him something can’t he just work?’, he must have said to himself before he took another glance at him; he didn’t have a limb, he didn’t have a voice, the man pitied (he still would not give) the Rickshawala shouted “Udar jaake betho, aate hai dimag karab karne’. The man pitied (No he still would not give).

“Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit those in prison, For whatsoever you do unto this little brother of mine you do it unto me.” I remembered my master say that to me. He was God I believed, so did everyone, My master, the good shepherd was yet crucified. That day everyone had gathered. That day they kissed his feet, that day they ate his body and yet they forgot what he told them to do. They forgot what he had asked for one thing …‘Love.’

It was the third day. I still suffered a silent blow deep down in my heart. Were my masters teachings in vain, was there any good that could come from this barren land? I wondered. I read in the news while sipping my coffee someone said ‘Mother Teresa’s aim was conversion.’ Everyone was on their toes, exchanging insults on the social Media, fighting like they never knew who the great Saint was. I am sure she must’ve laughed out loud in heaven that day; smirked and probably must’ve said, ‘Oh my brother relax, Love is all we must share and love is all we need’

I looked up I asked my Master, will this world ever change? I sat down lost in a realm of peace, joy and, happiness. I saw him descend to me. He lifted me brought me to his throne he showed me his plan this felt so real he told me Every now and then we all fail, we fall but getting up is what requires courage, the people of the world are being hypocrites, self-centred, selfish, they use me as they create boundaries, they use my name to condemn others, they have left me with the dead, they are devoured by the evil from the world but Son, he said I have plan to get the world back to me, to eliminate enmities for eternity to fill the earth with grace love and peace for I have RISEN!

I asked him “Are you going to destroy us all again? Like you did during the time of Noah?”

He replied “No my son, I have sent my angel to resurrect the earth, he pointed…

I blinked my eyes till I could see clearly, I tried hard. I looked at him as if to say ‘is this your whole plan?’ He nodded, I saw one last time, I smiled

…I saw YOU, you are his plan!

By Lisvan Rodrigues