As I Walk With Him

Another weekend arrived; we’re raring to go home. The evening bus service, the only mode of transport available at that time, left without us. We decided to walk the thirteen kilometers stretch trekking the coiling roads through the small hills and valleys.

We were here, in the nearest town from our village, to get proper education. The torrential rainfall on a good year swept away the hard surface of the road, leaving the owner of the road-plying vehicles bemused several times. So we ended up walking through the slippery road, water and mud-filled, on a monsoon season.

My brother, being older, was my guide and my friend throughout the way. As we walked we’d enjoyed few distance from our starting place. As we climbed the hump-like hills, weariness smoothly creeps in. In my perception, my brother becomes autocratic as we argued on several issues. And that’s just what we do as I was in my early stages of teenager’s tantrum.

In the midst of roads in bad shapes, filled with potholes filled with water, it’s necessary to choose our steps wisely. Further, withholding my thirst wasn’t easy in the humid condition. My brother would tell me to wait till we reached a certain village where we can ask for clean water, which he really did for me.

Certain times, we’d point fingers and showed our fists, yet we’d hug and create a laughing riot in the calmness of the place. We’d welcomed none to break this circle of trust. We share our wrongdoings of the bygone week; either our joy for doing it or our regret for doing the same. Amazed at our confessions, we feel lighter having someone close for sharing our mind.

Now a knee jerk, which I’d picked up from the previous soccer game came up, further slowing my pace. Even before that I struggle hard to keep the fast pace of my brother. The sun’s eager to hide behind the mountains yet I can’t move faster. I begged my brother to leave me behind, reached home in a jiffy, and tell father we’re safe and arriving home soon.

Yet brother’s not willing to leave me behind. He offered to carry me on his shoulder, yet I declined to conform, as I knew I’ve gained good weight. We’d sat there till it gets better. He taught me to be more careful when we play again. Lesson learned, I said jokingly, while he pulled me up to continue our walk.

In my weariness, I angered myself, which corrupted my mood. I would utter silly words like: “Why don’t you walk with your friends if you think I’m not able to keep up with your pace?” He did not say much for a while. When he said, “I know you will be facing this problem. So, I’m walking with you!” Still I hold my moody nature. Further, he told me to listen to different birds chirping cheerily and let go of my tantrum.

It’s a better feeling to not usurp the eagerness of my brother, by bothering him, although he is able and always willing to help. And with the few bucks we’ve treasured, we buy some confectionaries from the roadside mud-hut shop, which would make our reaching home moment more cheerful. The causal factor of happiness is simple yet it can be enhanced in several ways.

We can now sense the smell of home in the air, after walking for a while. When you’re really homesick, even the air nearby the home smells sweeter, which can be heard from far off distances. Our walk, even though tiresome, was leading us home, the place where our dear father resided.

In anyway, I’m not telling this so as to show my brother in a good way, but a recapitulation of the many close-walks I’d shared with him. He’s been a friend and a brother, always. And I feel sorry for not being able to spend much time with my brother in his last days.

Walking With Jesus:

In my walk with Jesus Christ, my Savior, it would be wrong to only expect blessings and good things from Him. My walking with is a privilege I gained because He bought me with His blood. (Galatians 3:13) There is bundle of joy in having Him with me in every situation. Walking with Him is not only for enjoyment but a preparation for afterlife. And best lessons are learned not necessary in our happiest hours.

There are times I wanted answers of my queries right away. The more I wanted those answers, to be answered in the way I desired, the more I get disturbed. Many answers are delayed, some not even for this lifetime, but He’ll surely reveal everything in his glory. (Luke 8:17)

He is my blessed assurance, not like the insurance policies we bought, governed by insurmountable terms and conditions. (John 3:16) Time and again, like the cheerily chirping bird, He’d reaffirmed His promises which even led us closer to the vindication of His teachings, in the turmoil of the groaning planet.

As I walk with Him, I know how to enjoy the stumbles and necessary falling of life.(Psalms 38) I wanted to do something on my part than being a mere end user, just as He faced pain, adversity, and wilderness of life. It’s impossible to repay what He did as He leads an exemplary life, in His time.

In my walk with Him, I found love and grace irrespective of my failures and mistakes; I am not consumed just because of His mercy and compassion. (Lamentations 3:21) He never leaves me, dehydrating in the sun, but I’m the one who wanted to let Him go in my fools. With another chances, in another good times, He waited for me.

More of Walking with Him:

He channelized my sources, finances and my little thoughts, beyond my limited mind could determine. My God plans my ingoing and outgoing, safely rested me in His loving arm. I may worry for my living; sometimes frightened that disaster, in any form, might strike my few moves. (Matthew 6:26) But He holds me fast as long as I hold onto Him, holding each other through this one-life stretch journey, in His abiding grace.

In my walk with Him, I could smell His love, at times longing for home, in the loneliness of my life. My secret’s safe with Him and he is always open to listen, never persevere me for my wrongdoings. Still, He’s so good, showing His hidden treasure for cheering me up, in this seemingly endless road. So I decided not to simply walk, but gather whatever I could with His help, that my Homecoming may please more.

My life’s been plagued with chronic illness, necessary detours, pain, and the likes, as I walk with Him. He’s shown me the lighter yoke, (Matthew 11:29-30) shoulder my life as I struggle keeping pace with others. It has more coils or turns than my thirteen kilometers walk with my brother, which wearied my soul as I’m unable to foresee what the next turn hosted. I might not rise higher yet He sustained my life. And He gives me rest; sit awhile with me, until I stand again!

As I walk with Him, He allowed talking, commune with Him to my heart’s desire, quenching my thirst. (1 John 1:3) I can now wait; not hurry trying to know everything in its entirety, as in the desires of the first man leading them to fall. But to tell you the truth, my conscience does do the in-fighting, which He calmed down in His own time.

Now as I write, my tears welled up to the eyelid recalling my previleged walk with Jesus Christ, which my young daughter observed, as she glanced at me wondering why Daddy’s so quiet. She asked what had happened, in her very sweet, little, and caring voice. Then I told her, “(it is because) I’m Human!” as I put up a happy face.

It’s so sweet to walk with Jesus.
The Lord who humbled himself,
That I called him faithful friend;
Companion in my journey called Life.
It’s so sweet to walk with Jesus,
The one who loved me most!