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Bimal felt elated. He had just finished teaching his class, at school. He felt fulfilled. He had done a good job of explaining the intricacies of science. “Thank you for making it so simple Sir” was what one of his students, Pradeep had said. These words were ringing in Bimal’s ears as he returned home.
Bimal was an inspirational teacher. He taught at a secondary school. He always took pains to make his lessons come alive. His students loved his classes. They were enthralled to listen to him. One of his most brilliant students was Pradeep. They both got off well together. Even after finishing school, Pradeep kept in touch with Bimal. “What should I do now Sir?” he would ask Bimal whenever he had to take difficult decisions. So, Bimal became a mentor and friend to Pradeep.
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Years passed on. Having finished his medical education, Pradeep went on to go abroad to do his training in Cardiology. He returned to become a consultant cardiologist at the local hospital in town. He had by then lost touch with Bimal.
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One day Bimal had severe chest pain. He was rushed to the local hospital. The duty doctor sent him for an ECG and other investigations. Then he called the Cardiologist to look him up. As the chest pain subsided, Bimal slowly opened his eyes. He saw Pradeep carefully examining his ECG. “Thank you so much Pradeep” Bimal murmured. “What did you say?” asked Pradeep. “Pradeep, don’t you remember me? I am Bimal, your old school teacher!” said Bimal with a strain in his voice. “Oh! Are you?” replied Pradeep casually; “ I had so many teachers through my education. I can’t keep track of all of them.”
Bimal was shocked. He felt insulted. Is he the same Pradeep who used to have endless discussions with me years ago? How much he had changed. Later on, after he was discharged, Bimal went home and knelt down at his bedside. His mind was in agony. He quietly shared his pain with the Lord Jesus Christ.
“My Dear Child!” the Lord told him, “ Do not be discouraged. I was also insulted when I was walking the streets of Galilee. I healed and helped the Jews. I did miracles for them and told them of the advent of God’s kingdom. Yet, these same Jews shouted, ‘Crucify Him’. Do not be afraid. I know exactly how you feel now Bimal. You have done the very best for all of your students. If Pradeep has forgotten you, it really doesn’t matter. You did all you could for My sake. And I love you. You are precious to Me. That is all that matters.”
“Thank you Lord” murmured Bimal, “ Thank you for bearing all those insults for my sake. Forgive me and forgive my friend Pradeep too. May he also become your child soon Lord.”
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© 2004: Dr.M.A David S Kumar
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