Doesn't God care any more?

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( Worth reading...till the end )

 

DOESN'T GOD CARE ANY MORE?

 

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.

She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see

him?"

 

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.."

 

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where

were you, God, when my son needed you?"

 

The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the

nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the

university."

 

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran

her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

 

"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.

 

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic

bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his

body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said

no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it

will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on,

"My Jimmy had a heart of gold.. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting

to help others if he could."

 

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending

most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on

the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even

harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the

plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing

the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had

always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried

herself to sleep.

 

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a

folded letter. The letter said:

 

Dear Mom,

 

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or

stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always

love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again.

Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's

okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide

to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do.

You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad

thinking about me. This really is a neat place.

 

Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but

it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to

watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his

pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see

GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I

was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a

letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't

allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal

pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the Angel who is

going to drop this letter off to you.

 

God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him.

 

'Where was He when I needed him?'

 

"God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the

Cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

 

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To

everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to

give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of

Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the

food will be great.

 

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone.

I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to

see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get

me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

 

Signed with Love from:

 

God, Jesus and Me.

 

- Author Anonymous

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Sairam and thanks very much Madhavi sister for the touchy story which made me

crying...

Sairam/papu

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Om Sri Sai Ram

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Sairam Kavi,

 

Thank you for your kind email.

 

As a lot of our brothers & sisters have been requesting the same, I have

forwarded most of the articles I have shared with our Sai family to Brother

Samba Moorthy (sam8 (AT) lycos (DOT) com); who is going to compile them into a booklet and

publish them for everyone to enjoy!

 

Bless you Always!

 

With love & light,

 

Madhvi

 

 

 

In a message dated 13/07/2005 22:49:42 GMT Standard Time, niraakaaram writes:

So beautiful Madvhi! thank you 4 sharing this wonderful story. If you have

anymore, please, write them all down; they are good to renew people's faith in

God. Sai love ~~ Kavi~~Sai Ram Om Sri Sai Ram

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MadviSai sister

Sairam

 

It is indeed beautiful and O so true...

When we join our maker the union is sheer bliss

Each night i join the queue to Merge with Him

And thank him for the grand new day

The stories which have been penned down by mediums of soul lives makes

for very interesting details of what we really are and what our worth

really is

 

thanks Madhvisai

join me in this id

my is now very cluttered lol

 

nayanika