I recently sent an email in good faith. I could see an obvious need. My heart and soul wanted to help. In response, I experienced what I can only describe as human arrogance, pride, and potentially ignorance. As I dealt with the bruising left by the words expressed with haste, I found myself walking to a bench where I could sit alone. In my reflection, I found myself drifting back to Sri Mariamman, a Hindu Temple in Singapore’s Chinatown.
Years ago, a friend was staying with me for the weekend. Early on Saturday, he asked me if I would take him to Sri Mariamman so that he could perform a puja (worship). As he focused on his rituals, I stood in a spot to experience the ambiance and serenity of the temple setting. In a moment I only know how to describe as divine, a stranger walked up to me and asked if I understood the full puja rituals of the temple. As she explained the starting point, steps, and the deity that represented the final station, I thought I was listening to a cultural translation of Paul’s description of coming to God in his book of Romans.
I shared my experience when the friend’s puja was complete. His reaction etched itself on my mind then and resurfaced with the bench at sunset. “I have unresolved anger with a personal work situation. I want revenge. Thank you for reminding me that I have a god that will do this for me.” If you can wait a moment, I would like to complete my puja.
Then and now, I heard wisdom that transcends faith systems. As Paul reminds me, “Don’t insist on getting even; that’s not for you to do. ‘I’ll do the judging,’ says God. ‘I’ll take care of it.’” (Romans 12.19)
Today is calling me to let Divinity do her part while I take on mine. I hear her calling me to be a messenger of kindness and caring. I find myself drawn to action that helps myself and others move towards a better future.
