It was with an excitement Fr Malkam opened his eyes after three days of unconsciousness, tired and hungry he looked around to find someone but to his misfortune, none was found there. He was in a new place, serene and calm. He felt an indelible joy in his heart that he has never felt before. Suddenly his thoughts flew back.On a fine morning as he was seated in his room deeply contemplating he heard a knock on his door, to his surprise he found his sacristan, the old yet very faithful man standing before him with tears in eyes and he was shivering. With a choked throat he said,“Father, they are demolishing our church…., please father come…. Tell them to stop it”…Father Malkam was shocked at the words of his sacristan, OH! My God! Who are they? Hurrying to climb down the steps he asked.
Wiping his tears the sacristan replied with a deep sigh; our youth. Most of them are getting addicted to drugs and creating a lot of commotion in their families now they have made a gang and their goal is to destroy the faith.Fr Malkam could not believe his ears. He took his cap in his hand and rushed in the direction of the church. His thoughts were about these youth. Most of them are poor illiterate farmers. Simple and loving people. Recently some veteran revolutionaries had come to the villages and they were trying to spread communal violence. He remembered some of the youth speaking against faith and religion, but Fr Malkam was very confident of the people with whom he lived over twenty years, he expected that the same peaceful atmosphere of the village will continue. Tears rolled down from his eyes without his knowledge. He could hear his heartbeat. But his steps were longer and faster. As he approached the churchyard he saw a group of youngsters, he could not identify them since they had covered their faces with some black clothes, and they appeared like terrorists.
Fr Malkam called out in a loud yet sad voice, “my children what are you doing? Is it not the place where you learnt to love God and worship Him”. One among the group came forward and said, “don’t speak now, we have listened to you for many years, yet gained nothing, enough god, church, faith we don’t believe in all these things. We want to build something else here.” They began to pull down the bricks, Fr Malkam gently hold the hands of one as a sign to stop him, suddenly, three of them came forward and hit Fr Malkam, he fell unconscious… they said, drag him to the corner of that room. Oh! It’s too dark here one said, one among them gave a glass of water to Fr Malkam.He asked gently- “what do you want.., my Children, why are you doing this?The man replied- “we need liberation, freedom from all sorts of blind beliefs and custom. If you stop your services in the village we can release you. Who created this religion and faith? We don’t want God. We can’t believe in someone who is invisible. I have done only my duty. You are the pillars of tomorrow. You can do many good things for society. Children listen to me, said Fr Malkam in a feeble voice. They shouted at him saying, NO…… we have two option for you either stop all your work and go away or die here. A vibrant smile appeared on Fr Malkam’s face and he said, -“is it not good to heal you by my blood. I have been giving and I continue to give.” The tallest among them took out a knife which he had in his pocket and stabbed at the chest of Fr Malkam.
Blood like a spring of water flashed out from the mouth of Fr Malkam and stained their faces. They pulled the lifeless body of Fr Malkam immediately they noticed a small black Diary half out from his pocket. They took it out and opened. They could not control their emotions for in those pages were written some names beginning with John, Mark, Chrispin…the very first name was of the one stabbed and following the other two….tears flowed down their cheeks….. They turned the pages one by one…. They are holding the book of their beloved Fr Malkam who brought them when they were wandering in the streets gave them food, dress and found people to adopt these….. They recognized the names written in the book were the names of their companions….. They couldn’t control themselves….. At the last page was written, “all are called to heal, to build, let it be by sharing faith….. Let these my children be the instruments of healing and sharing love and good news. God bless”…..Slowly they sat down near the body of Fr Malkam….they cursed their hands… one said… we have done a great crime.. Now we need to do something …. The other said we have destroyed the one that was giving life now let’s take up the mission….
They moved out of that dark room with a renewed vision.They moved to three different places and shared the good news. People gathered together and listened to them. After seeing all these things a man from the crowd came forward and asked- “Are you Fr. Malkam? I have heard Fr Malkam preaching as you speak now. He preached about Jesus A man who lived his life for others. Listening to the man his eyes were filled… But he said, “All are called to heal, to build, let it be by sharing faith….. Let these my children be the instruments of healing and sharing love and good news. God bless”…..And they held their hands together. Those hands widened until the end of the nation. They extended their hands to those neglected and poor. They lived faith and they healed one another.One day a foreigner visited the place He asked one of the natives- “What is this place called …?”The native replied with a gentle smile – It is New Jerusalem…!
LIBIN JO UDAYANKUZHIMANNIL
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