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Myat Nyein - Linlet is eternal
Myat Nyein - Linlet is eternal
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A letter to God
The house, which was the only one in the whole valley, was situated on a low hill. From this height a man could see the river. And beyond the cowshed was a field of ripe corn. Dotted like little children in the field were the flowers of the pea plants. These flowers were a sign of a good crop.
The only thing the land needed was rain. At least a little rain. Lin Cho, who knew his fields intimately, did nothing all morning. He turned to the northeast corner and surveyed the sky.
"Ma'am, we're really going to get wet." "Well... God's protection," replied the host, who was preparing dinner.
The eldest were working in the fields. (The younger ones were playing around the house. | The owner called them all out.
"Come over for dinner."
While we were eating dinner, just as Lin Cho had predicted, heavy rain began to fall. They could see large, rolling clouds moving towards them from the northeast. The air was fresh. It was cool.
The man of the house went out of the house. He went into the cowshed and pretended to be looking for something. In fact, he was not looking for anything. He just wanted to feel the raindrops falling on his body. When he came back inside, he shouted.
"Those falling from the silk are not raindrops, they are coins. The big dots are ten-penny coins, and the small dots are five-penny coins."
With a radiant face, he looked at the fields of ripe corn and pea flowers covered with raindrops. (But suddenly the wind picked up. Along with the raindrops, huge hailstones fell. The hailstones really looked like newly minted silver coins. The children ran out into the rain. They picked up the cold, hard pearls.
"The situation is getting worse now. I wish the hail would stop soon."
Lingchi muttered bitterly.
The hail didn't stop soon. It continued to fall for an hour. On the house, in the garden, on the mountain ridge, and all over the valley between the mountains. The whole field was covered with salt flowers. Not a single leaf fell on the trees, and all the corn plants were destroyed beyond repair.
There were no more beans on the legume trees. The sorrow and grief welled up in Lin Che's heart. When the storm had stopped, he stood in the middle of the field and said to his sons.
"The locusts are just a few swarms | It's going to be fine. This hail didn't stop anything. This year, we won't have any corn or rice."
That night was a sad one. “All our efforts have been wasted,” “There is no one who can help us,” “We will all starve this year.”
Yet, in the hearts of all those living in that small hut in the middle of the valley, there is hope. That only hope is God's help and care.
"This situation is so desperate that there is no way out, but don't be too discouraged. Remember the saying, 'No one dies of hunger.'"
"That's what they say, no one dies of hunger."
"Laughing"
Lin Cho thought all night about his only hope. God's care, his guidance. God's eyes see everything. In short, he can even see the thoughts in a person's mind.
Lin Cho was as strong as a bull. He worked hard in the fields like an animal. Yet he could still write. After convincing himself that there was a true God, a good God, in the world, he would start writing a letter as soon as the sun rose on Sunday morning. He would take the letter to the city himself. And then he would put it in the mailbox himself.
That letter is nothing but a letter to God.
"Father God, if Father God does not save us, our entire family will have to suffer this year. We need to plant new fields because of the hail. We need a hundred pesos to feed our disciples before the crops come out."
He addressed the envelope "God." He put the envelope in his pocket and, feeling very depressed, went to the city. When he got to the post office, he put a stamp on the envelope. Then he put the letter in the mailbox.
One of the postal workers, a mailman and a postal assistant, laughed heartily and went to his teacher's mailbox. Then he showed the letter to God. In all his years as a mailman, he had never seen such an address. The postmaster, who was full of energy and good-natured, laughed heartily. But he immediately became serious. He remarked as he folded the envelope on his desk.
"That's real faith. I wish I had the kind of faith that this writer had. To trust as he trusted, to hope as he hoped, to hope with full confidence, the kind of faith that made me start writing to God."
The letter could not be delivered anywhere. The letter expressed a strong belief. It was the idea of the postmaster to ensure that this belief would not be broken. To reply to the letter. But as he read the letter, it became clear that a good heart, a good intention, ink and paper were not enough to reply to his letter, something more was needed. Nevertheless, he stuck to his decision. He accepted financial contributions from his employees. He himself contributed half of his salary. Many of his friends also contributed money as "charity".
It was not easy for him to collect the full hundred pesos. He could only send a little more than half of the amount requested to the farmer. He put the bills in an envelope. He addressed it to Lincho. Along with the bills , he wrote a single letter, "God," on a piece of paper as a permanent signature.
The following Sunday, Lin Cho arrived a little earlier than usual. He asked if there was any mail for him. The postman himself put the letter in his hand. The postmaster looked on from the doorway of his office with the joy of a man who had done a good deed.
Even when he saw the banknotes, Lin Che didn't show any surprise. His confidence was so strong. However, when he counted the banknotes, he became suspicious. God couldn't be wrong. Similarly, God couldn't reject Lin Che's petition.
He immediately went to the window. He asked for paper and ink. He began to write the letter on the public writing table. His forehead was furrowed with the effort he had to put into writing his thoughts. When he finished writing, he went to the window. He bought a stamp. He licked the stamp with his tongue, stuck it on the envelope, and struck it with the side of his fist.
As soon as I went to the mailbox, the postman opened the letter. The letter was written as follows.
"Oh my God, only seventy pesos of the money you asked for have reached you. Please send me the rest, as I am in great need of money. But do not send it through the post office. Because the post office employees are a bunch of crooks. Linro..."
Ref: Letter to God by Gregorio Lopez Fuentes. Reference - Lifestyle Today Magazine, February 2000.



