Divine intervention

Yesterday was Thursday, and I made my weekly trip to Infant Jesus church. And as always I was amazed by the fervor of people coming there. After I put forward my long list of demands to my favourite God, I cant help but observe the devotees. The well-dressed business man who is holding on the candle close to his chest, not caring about the wax falling on his suit, the old silver haired lady squatting in front of the church and reading her rosary, a bunch of college-going girls kneeling at the pews, a young pregnant lady and her husband eyes tightly shut..and so many more like that.

I wonder what kind of divine intervention is expected. It is said that if you go the church for nine consequent weeks, your prayers will be answered. I wonder how poor God will keep track of all these people and the number of weeks they have been coming to church. And I wonder would he really mind if I coudnt make it this thursday because I was stuck at office; do I have to start all over again; and if he is all-seeing, all pervading, cant he see all my pain when I am praying at home?

And then as the hot wax pours over my fingers, I suddenly remember all the things that I need, and I shut my eyes tight and mutter my prayers. Faith returns, and I quietly return, satisfied and absolutely sure that everything will be all right. My support system in place, I walk towards the auto with a candle and a few flowers in my hand. I wonder if it is the same for all the people I saw in church.

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