Last Thursday I met Mr Singh for a curry.I keep contact with him.
Not many people do.
Every six weeks,
when I am not screaming busy
we meet up.
Sometimes in Brick Lane
if I have had a meetings day there
sometimes in Romford my old haunt.
He is a great man of wisdom.
Speaks many languages
has traveled the world
he truly is an Iceberg,
just like you -
there is much more below the surface.
He was there greeting the restaurant staff
speaking Bengali
speaking Nepalese
He fought in the war as an Indian soldier
on behalf of Bangladesh.
He didn't want to eat much
he normally tucks in vigorously
but this time he watched me.
He is a rich man
He is a poor man
During the meal I received many shafts of light.
Wisdom and Curry together.
Little comments
Little questions from me
resulting in stories from outside my experience.
During the meal I offered him a piece of Nan Bread
and he took it and eat it.
He regularly texts me
sends me messages.
I received this one afterward::
Mr Pip, Yesterday,
When u were giving that piece of bread to me
It was very good of u.
But I wanted u to fill
Because u were hungry.
Though, for a piece of bread and wine
I long and always.
My mum use to touch a piece of bread to her forehead
before she eat and remind with Lord GOD
this happened till her death
so did her Mum and Mum,s Mum too.
She use to love GOD and to Her and GOD i LOVE too.
A beautiful day and beautiful u are too Mr Pip Wilson
it was great to see u Bye
On Sunday in Church.
The story was about the road to Emmaus.
It was after Easter, and the disciples in disarray
Their leader had gone.
Jesus was dead
all sorts of rumours about him being seen by a few.
A few disciples were walking down this road.
and as they walked
a man walked with them
and they chatted together
expressing their distress.
When the got to a local pub
they intended to stay the night
and invited their stranger companion
to stop with them.
He had intended to journey on.
Then they continued the the conversations
as they eat some bread and wine in the overnight stop.
They were telling this man about Jesus
and discussing all things death and rumour.
Then, as the stranger took some bread
broke it as he spoke - it says
their eyes were opened
the stranger was Jesus ......
Fantastic story
full of emotions.
and
it connected with Mr Singh
how his Mother touched her forehead
with a piece of bread
'give us this day our daily bread ......'
It smacked me between the eyes
it speaks about poverty
death
leadership
blessing the food we eat
opening our eyes
awareness
faith
beyond beyond death
community
Bin Laden
(what will his disciples do after his death?)
we have eyes to see that don't see
beyond beyond
and more and more .....
It was a spiritual moment
one which feeds the soul
one which makes life
feeds life ..............
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