|09-05-2016, 11:16 AM||#1|
Joined: Mar 2016
From: American Continent
Work is worship
Another day, whilst several personages were talking with ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, a man’s voice was heard at the hall door. “Is the lady of this house within?” The servitor answered “Yes, but --” “Oh please, I must see her!” he interrupted with despairing insistence. I, overhearing, had gone into the hall.
"Are you the hostess of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá?” he asked.
"Yes, Do you wish to see me?”
"I have walked thirty miles for that purpose.”
"Come in and rest. After some refreshment you will tell me?”
He came in and sat down in the dining-room. In appearance he might have been an ordinary tramp, but as he spoke, from out the core of squalor and suffering, something else seemed faintly to breathe. After a while the poor fellow began his pitiful story: “I was not always as you see me now, a disreputable, hopeless object. My father is a country rector, and I had the advantage of being at a public school. Of the various causes which led to my arrival at the Thames embankment as my only home, I need not speak to you.” “Last evening I had decided to put an end to my futile, hateful life, useless to God and man!” “Whilst taking what I had intended should be my last walk, I saw ‘a Face’ in the window of a newspaper shop. I stood looking at the face as if rooted to the spot. He seemed to speak to me, and call me to him!” “Let me see that paper, please,” I asked. It was the face of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. “I read that he is here, in this house. I said to myself, “If there is in existence on earth that personable, I shall take up again the burden of my life.’” “I set off on my quest. I have come here to find him. Tell me, is he here? Will he see me? Even me?"
"Of course he will see you. Come to Him."
In answer to the knock, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá Himself opened the door, extending His hands, as though to a dear friend, whom He was expecting. “Welcome! Most welcome! I am very much pleased that thou hast come. Be seated."
The pathetic man trembled and sank on to a low chair by the Master’s feet, as though unable to utter a word. The other guests, meanwhile, looked on wonderingly to see the attention transferred to the strange-looking new arrival, who seemed to be so overburdened with hopeless misery.
"Be happy! Be happy!” said ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, holding one of the poor hands, stroking tenderly the dishevelled, bowed head. Smiling that wonderful smile of loving compassion, the Master continued: “Do not be filled with grief when humiliation overtaketh thee. “The bounty and power of God is without limit for each and every soul in the world. “Seek for spiritual joy and knowledge, then, though thou walk upon this earth, thou wilt be dwelling within the divine realm. “Though thou be poor, thou mayest be rich in the Kingdom of God.” These and other words of comfort, of strength, and of healing were spoken to the man, whose cloud of misery seemed to melt away in the warmth of the Master’s loving presence.
As the strange visitor rose to leave Him Whom he had sought and found, a new look was upon his face, a new erectness in his carriage, a firm purpose in his steps. “Please write down for me His words. I have attained all I expected, and even more.”
"And now what are your going to do?” I asked.
"I‘m going to work in the fields. I can earn what I need for my simple wants. When I have saved enough I shall take a little bit of land, build a tiny hut upon it in which to live, then I shall grow violets for the market. As He says ‘Poverty is unimportant, work is worship.’ I need not say ‘thank you,’ need I? Farewell.” The man had gone.
(Lady Blomfield The Chosen Highway)
|09-05-2016, 07:58 PM||#3|
Joined: Oct 2014
Work as worship. Yes, I've believed so all my life. Just finished a very complex job. For inspiration, I went to the Swedish Temple site nearby. Did the job - 10 pages of very advanced legal texts - in the same spirit as I would have written a letter to my beloved daughters.