ALLAHABAD, India (AP) — “Millions
of devout Hindus led by naked ascetics with ash smeared on their bodies plunged
into the frigid waters of India's holy Ganges River on Monday in a ritual they
believe can wash away their sins. The
ceremony in the northern city of Allahabad took place on the most auspicious
day of the Kumbh Mela, or Pitcher Festival, one of the world's largest
religious gatherings that lasts 55 days. The festival continues until March 10. Top festival official Mani Prasad Mishra said
nearly 3 million people had bathed by late morning and 11 million were expected
to enter the frigid water by the day's end ... Over 110 million people are
expected to take a dip at the Sangam, the place where three rivers — the
Ganges, the Yamuna and the mythical Saraswati — come together at the edge of
this North Indian city …” (Click here for whole story)
When I read that this morning, I
thought about my daughter’s two trips to India.
She said the Ganges is nasty and smelly.
I’m thinking that really makes sense with all those gross sins mingling
around.
I am not making fun of Hindus or
India. I am actually sad for the people
who are, according to the article, bathing “to wash away their sins and free
themselves from the cycle of death and rebirth.” Sadly, I suspect many of them will return
next year.
I had similar sad thoughts last
night watching the Golden Globe awards. Amidst the glitz and glamor, I
observed bucketfuls of insecurity.
Several award winners mentioned their loneliness and how few people
believed in them. I wondered how many of
them keep hoping that someone will truly love them for who they really are,
rather than enjoying their characters.
Perhaps some don’t even know who they truly are anymore. So, moving from one role to another, they
move from one relationship to another, hoping to find that elusive place where
life is not driven by the fickle nature of critics and fake friends.
My meandering thoughts remind me that
regardless of one’s religious persuasion or heritage, there is an inherent
awareness of failure (sin) and a restless desire for acceptance (peace). It’s not just true in India and
Hollywood. It’s also true in Azle and
Decatur and everywhere else there are people.
Jesus said, “Come to me, all of
you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my
yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and
you will find rest for your souls." (Matthew 11:28-29)
Augustine (354-430 A.D) prayed, “You made us for yourself
and our hearts find no peace until they rest in you.” (Confessions)
Our lives matter so much to God that He makes it possible
for us to be forgiven and at peace through turning to Christ (repentance).
Sounds like a win/win.
Peace with God for us and a lot less grossness for the rivers.
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