Jesus's Order
By Bhanuraj Kashyap
12 Aug 2009
To be at the top, hard work is indispensable, whereas to be close to your master students have to maintain 'the line of awe'. This line conveys the attachment of both- the student and the master. It also tells the depth of their relationship.
I had been a Christian missionary before settling down as a priest. I successfully transformed people of different religions to Christianity and propagated the Bible's teachings. I had chosen seven pupils whom I called 'the hand'.
All seven were equally capable of accomplishing the objective. Yet, there was a student of mine who could be called the God's student. He flabbergasted me consistently by apprehending me with his qualities.
His name was Rachel. He had eyes, curly hair and moreover was just 22 years of age! He was a swarthy guy, but then also his essence had more worth than mine.
It wasn't feasible for anyone to win over me, but for Rachel it was a child's play as he abounded with attribute of allegiance and of benevolence. He treated me with devotion and with respect.
After he gaining the experience I had, he would have manipulated in numerous ways, thousands of people.
Rachel always listened to me, which first frenzied me. He volunteered in the dissemination of God's teachings. This was good on his part except it looked artificial. I soon found out these were his ingrained habits. Then, I realized Rachel was an abyssal gulf separating two lands- cheerfulness and wretchedness.
Before beginning that long and weary journey with them I had asked each a similar question. I asked, "Which person will you pity the most?" Their answers were higher than my expectations whereas Rachel's way of presenting it really impressed me. Rachel replied, "I will pity a person, who is all alone on a rainy night." The others long explanations then appeared sour. Surly they all meant a same thing but Rachel's approach to it was inexplicable.
'Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.'
I asked 'the hand to learn the prayer well. Except Rachel, no one bothered to take up this difficulty. He summarized the poem in such a fantastic manner that I uttered lexis of praise, "He is as good as God's pupil." His big tenor was the most influencing effect.
If I woke him in the middle of the night and asked him to get water, he would obey my command and would even go three miles away to get water, without grumbling, unlike the others.
One day he told me, "I have come on earth to penetrate darkness." He said this sentence in a resolute manner, telling me, how firmly he held this idea, from inside.
Once I asked Rachel, "What is the reason behind his distinguishing trait?" he remained speechless for a long time, but then said, "My father was a fisherman, who rarely caught fish. I, in my very early childhood had suffered pains of starvation. With someone else's money, my father built a house. I loved my mother and could do anything for her. I was 16 to 17 years old when my father committed suicide because of being unsuccessful. My mother and I started laboring, but couldn't collect enough money to feed ourselves. The person whose money my father had taken, asked it back or else he would take away our house. He gave us just one week to arrange the sum. I was hopeless and wasn't able to think a way. Then, my neighbor agreed to give me the money if only I ate my body's flesh." After a pause he continued, "I got the money, paid the debts, but unfortunately it was of no use. My mother, for whom I did this, expired after a short while. I blamed God. I was desperate. I had lost my motive in living. Being spiritual, I decided to pray the last time and then I made my mind to suicide. After finishing the prayer, I realized the mistake, which I was about to commit. I wailed and prayed for the rest of the day. To serve humanity was my aim. This is why I came with you. This is the answer to your question." It was too emotive for one to hear. I consoled him.
I taught 'the hand' basic teachings of the Bible and of my own. I advised them to refrain from cruelty or else they would be mean to a fine person, which would later on be detrimental.
I told them that they should be generous towards his creatures in order to reach his mighty throne. I asked them to say 'Jesus' Order' whenever they were applauded for their good deeds, which meant, it was Jesus who asked them to do so.
Our life was running efficiently when all of a sudden an incident marked the end of our journey.
'The Hand' and I were stopped by certain soldiers on the boundary of a kingdom.
They didn't allow me to go inside saying trespassers weren't allowed. By addressing myself as a Christian missionary it all want more awful. First, I was talking with the soldiers, but when it was on the verge in turning into a fight, Rachel entered, with the thought of mollifying them. The six other pupils stood like statues away from all that was going on.
Rachel hit a soldier with a stone, when he warned me that he would kill me. All the soldiers got aggravated with Rachel and attacked him. My other students didn't dare to help him but I shouldn't have been angry since even I wasn't helping him.
They stabbed Rachel with a sword and then warned us again, "Go from here and don't return or else you would face the same consequences as his." After coming into my senses, I rushed to Rachel. He was still breathing, but couldn't have been saved. I acclaimed weeping, "Rachel, you did this for me. There are no words telling your fortitude and loyalty." Rachel muttered his last words in pain, "Jesus' order" and died.
Now, whenever I remember my last words, I say to myself, "His death was Jesus' order". and I start laughing! As loudly as I can. Jesus' Order!
