when I was a kid, I used to watch from afar a disabled man in his red chair sitting with his fellow friends in the neighborhood. He looked ugly, bald headed, long faced with stained teeth. I feared him more than death itself, he frightened me so much that I would immediately run home or sometimes change my route on my way to school.
What was the cause of this deep fear? Why was i scared staring at his face? Amazingly as it may sound I thought he was God!
The mystery to me was how I perceived him as the deity. If he truly was, why did i fear him?
As I grew older I recalled events of my childhood, when my mother would depict the true nature of God.
She was portraying the Providence as a terrifying, hair-raising being, continuously reciting stories that described the Almighty as a punishing, torturing creature.
Those tales inflicted fear into my innocent heart. She would say for instance " God will grab you by your eyebrows."
Only then was I able to grasp the essence of my fears. At last I found out the reasons behind my dismay towards the poor paralyzed soul. As a result, whenever I looked at the physically impaired in his bloody scarlet cathedral* I would return back home in great haste breathlessly whispering " God is coming.....God is coming !!! "
* the seat or throne of a bishop in the principal church of a diocese
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