The invisible hand

All through our life, God takes care of us, and shows his presence in the most inexplicable ways. We may never see his hand, but can notice it in events that we call coincidences, serendipity or miracles. Actually, such events happen all the time. We only need to notice them and be grateful for always living under God’s armour of protection.

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; or you can live as if everything is a miracle,” said Albert Einstein. My late mother-in-law, though not as articulate as Einstein, was an epitome of this attitude. She played badminton, indoor games, and sang songs of all genres till the last day of her life despite several health challenges. Her energy and vigour was such that even the doctors who treated her often wondered whether their diagnosis of her ailments was really correct.

All through her life, help came to her from unexpected quarters. Sometimes, it would be the grocery vendor rushing to help her reach the doctor, and sometimes a stranger dropping her home when she got lost. She believed ardently that the hand of God was always with her. Of late I have met several people whose life is a testimony to the protective hand of the Divine, guiding and ruling our lives. I feel motivated to share their inspiring stories with you.

“She needs to be awarded a medal of bravery,” said an army officer while introducing Nitu Channan to me and my husband. When I heard her story, I could not help nodding with awe. In September 1997, Nitu was in the last stage of pregnancy and travelling with her husband and three-year-old son in a Gypsy van with a group of people. Suddenly they came under an ambush planted by the militants in a small town of Thoubal in Manipur.

The vehicle came to a sudden halt and their son fell off the seat. Nitu felt something hard piercing her thigh. She later realised that she had been hit by a bullet. Everyone else in their vehicle and other vehicles near them dismounted. She could see people firing at them from the first floor of buildings on both sides of the road.

She could not get off due to her condition. When she saw blood gushing down her son’s head, both she and her son screamed with fright. She did not know that it was her own blood that was spilling over her son. Her husband with two other soldiers rescued them while the firing was still on. By then she had started losing consciousness. She found herself lying on the road with her husband tearing her sari to plug her wound and stop the bleeding. She could hear only one thing repeatedly resounding in her ears, her husband’s voice telling her that she needed to fight and save her life for their children. An inner voice told her that if she closed her eyes, she would probably never open them again. She was taken to a hospital that was almost three hours away from the place of the incident. Her inner strength helped her fight and remain conscious till they reached there.

Now, she smiles on recounting the whole story, “I thank the Power that protected the entire family. Looking at the Gypsy van that had been sieved with holes from both sides, it is unbelievable that people inside it could have survived. My daughter was born, completely healthy. She had to come into this world hence I had to live. I got four bullet injuries but not one hit the womb. Nothing happened to my son and husband. I strongly believe miracles do happen after this miraculous escape.” She smiles concluding, “As is so rightly said in Kabir’s doha “Jako rakhe saiyann, Maar sake na ko” (The one who is protected by God, cannot be killed by anyone)

When challenges or crises confront us, can we look beyond them to see the loving and guiding hand of God, not only sending us help and succour but also seeding the situation with potential for our growth? Let us repose our faith in our ever-loving Creator and safely surrender ourselves into Her loving arms.



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