Warriors of Faith

Love between Waheguru-Saints-Bhagats


How Does God Love His Saints


There was once an extremely wealthy and affluent king who had many palaces and all kinds of material goods in addition to amazing amounts of power and respect in all of the lands he ruled. He was strong of character, mind and will and he was always interested in discussions of spirituality and religion. However deep in his heart he wondered about God, and why God had saved Panchali, Prahlaad, Dhroo and others. Why God protects the honour of his saints and what kind of love does God have for his saints?


This king had a close advisor. He was his right-hand man. He helped the king with all intellectual and strategic problems, and further to that he advised the king on all spiritual matters. One day the king came in the morning after his prayers and said to his advisor, "Find me the answer to this question or you are fired forever." The advisor was slightly taken aback by the comment. He had been working for the king for many many years and he was allowed admission into all the rooms of all the palaces - he was more like the king's family than his employ. But alas, being an employee he said to the king, "I accept your wish King, what is the question?" The king replied, "Why and how does God love his saints?"


The king demanded that the answer be given to him within 24 hours or the advisor would be out of his job. The advisor took the king's command as sweet will of God and went home to his wife and daughter. Seeing the stressed and confused look on her father's face, the advisor's daughter began to get worried. "What is going on father, why are you so distressed today?" She pressed him for an answer. He finally gave in, confessing, "The king has asked my why and how does God love his saints. He has given me only 24 hours to reply with an answer or else my job will be lost."


The daughter was an extremely talented sculpture and artisan. She became uplifted with an idea that came to her after listening to her father's dilemma. "Father," she asked, "can I go to the King's palace today?" "Why yes of course," answered the Advisor. "You know that we have been working under the king for so many years - we have admission to all quarters of his kingdom. Feel free to go where you please." The daughter told her father to meet her at the Palace at 5.00am next morning.


The next morning while the sun was yet to rise, the King had arisen for his morning prayers and meditation on God. Although he was strong and stubborn minded, and could find many replacements for his advisor - he too was stressed that perhaps his advisor would not find the answer to his question. However he remained determined that the answer must be found. The king passed by the room of his one and only son and within his mind sent a blessing to him. He went down to the edge of the river to have his morning bath when in the distance he was shocked and horrified to see his son at the edge of the docks nearly about to fall into the river.


What was really there was a sculpture that the Advisor's daughter had built which was so precise and exact that it looked like the King's real son was actually falling into the river uncontrollably.


Upon seeing this sight the King's face became red in worry and his eyes welled up in tears. His heart pulled in all directions and he leaped to the rescue of his son. Upon diving deep into the waters the king noticed that his son was still on the dock in the same position. At this point he finally realized that it was not his son, but a sculpture.


5:00 am had arrived and so had the advisor. Seeing the advisor and his daughter at the docks, the King became humbled. Soaking wet he walked out of the river and the advisor ran to him with towels. The advisor's daughter said in a soft tone, "Dear King, how and why does God love his saints?" And the King could only smile and reply, "I understand now. Thank you."


Gurbaani Guru says --

ਸੋਰਠਿ ਮਹਲਾ ੩ ਘਰੁ ੧ ਤਿਤੁਕੀ
ੴ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ||
ਭਗਤਾ ਦੀ ਸਦਾ ਤੂ ਰਖਦਾ ਹਰਿ ਜੀਉ ਧੁਰਿ ਤੂ ਰਖਦਾ ਆਇਆ ||
ਪ੍ਰਹਿਲਾਦ ਜਨ ਤੁਧੁ ਰਾਖਿ ਲਏ ਹਰਿ ਜੀਉ ਹਰਣਾਖਸੁ ਮਾਰਿ ਪਚਾਇਆ ||
ਗੁਰਮੁਖਾ ਨੋ ਪਰਤੀਤਿ ਹੈ ਹਰਿ ਜੀਉ ਮਨਮੁਖ ਭਰਮਿ ਭੁਲਾਇਆ ||੧||
ਹਰਿ ਜੀ ਏਹ ਤੇਰੀ ਵਡਿਆਈ ||
ਭਗਤਾ ਕੀ ਪੈਜ ਰਖੁ ਤੂ ਸੁਆਮੀ ਭਗਤ ਤੇਰੀ ਸਰਣਾਈ || ਰਹਾਉ ||
ਭਗਤਾ ਨੋ ਜਮੁ ਜੋਹਿ ਨ ਸਾਕੈ ਕਾਲੁ ਨ ਨੇੜੈ ਜਾਈ ||
ਕੇਵਲ ਰਾਮ ਨਾਮੁ ਮਨਿ ਵਸਿਆ ਨਾਮੇ ਹੀ ਮੁਕਤਿ ਪਾਈ ||
ਰਿਧਿ ਸਿਧਿ ਸਭ ਭਗਤਾ ਚਰਣੀ ਲਾਗੀ ਗੁਰ ਕੈ ਸਹਜਿ ਸੁਭਾਈ ||੨||
ਮਨਮੁਖਾ ਨੋ ਪਰਤੀਤਿ ਨ ਆਵੀ ਅੰਤਰਿ ਲੋਭ ਸੁਆਉ ||
ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਹਿਰਦੈ ਸਬਦੁ ਨ ਭੇਦਿਓ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮਿ ਨ ਲਾਗਾ ਭਾਉ ||
ਕੂੜ ਕਪਟ ਪਾਜੁ ਲਹਿ ਜਾਸੀ ਮਨਮੁਖ ਫੀਕਾ ਅਲਾਉ ||੩||
ਭਗਤਾ ਵਿਚਿ ਆਪਿ ਵਰਤਦਾ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਜੀ ਭਗਤੀ ਹੂ ਤੂ ਜਾਤਾ ||
ਮਾਇਆ ਮੋਹ ਸਭ ਲੋਕ ਹੈ ਤੇਰੀ ਤੂ ਏਕੋ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਬਿਧਾਤਾ ||
ਹਉਮੈ ਮਾਰਿ ਮਨਸਾ ਮਨਹਿ ਸਮਾਣੀ ਗੁਰ ਕੈ ਸਬਦਿ ਪਛਾਤਾ ||੪||
ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ ||
ਗੁਰ ਪਰਸਾਦਿ ਸਦਾ ਮਨਿ ਵਸਿਆ ਸਭਿ ਕਾਜ ਸਵਾਰਣਹਾਰਾ ||
ਓਨਾ ਕੀ ਰੀਸ ਕਰੇ ਸੁ ਵਿਗੁਚੈ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਹੈ ਰਖਵਾਰਾ ||੫||
ਬਿਨੁ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਸੇਵੇ ਕਿਨੈ ਨ ਪਾਇਆ ਮਨਮੁਖਿ ਭਉਕਿ ਮੁਏ ਬਿਲਲਾਈ ||
ਆਵਹਿ ਜਾਵਹਿ ਠਉਰ ਨ ਪਾਵਹਿ ਦੁਖ ਮਹਿ ਦੁਖਿ ਸਮਾਈ ||
ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਹੋਵੈ ਸੁ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਪੀਵੈ ਸਹਜੇ ਸਾਚਿ ਸਮਾਈ ||੬||
ਬਿਨੁ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਸੇਵੇ ਜਨਮੁ ਨ ਛੋਡੈ ਜੇ ਅਨੇਕ ਕਰਮ ਕਰੈ ਅਧਿਕਾਈ ||
ਵੇਦ ਪੜਹਿ ਤੈ ਵਾਦ ਵਖਾਣਹਿ ਬਿਨੁ ਹਰਿ ਪਤਿ ਗਵਾਈ ||
ਸਚਾ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੁ ਸਾਚੀ ਜਿਸੁ ਬਾਣੀ ਭਜਿ ਛੂਟਹਿ ਗੁਰ ਸਰਣਾਈ ||੭||
ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਮਨਿ ਵਸਿਆ ਸੇ ਦਰਿ ਸਾਚੇ ਦਰਿ ਸਾਚੈ ਸਚਿਆਰਾ ||
ਓਨਾ ਦੀ ਸੋਭਾ ਜੁਗਿ ਜੁਗਿ ਹੋਈ ਕੋਇ ਨ ਮੇਟਣਹਾਰਾ ||
ਨਾਨਕ ਤਿਨ ਕੈ ਸਦ ਬਲਿਹਾਰੈ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਰਾਖਿਆ ਉਰਿ ਧਾਰਾ ||੮||੧||

Sorat'h, Third Mehla, First House, Ti-Tukee:
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
You always preserve the honor of Your devotees, O Dear Lord; You have protected them from the very beginning of time.
You protected Your servant Prahlaad, O Dear Lord, and annihilated Harnaakhash.
The Gurmukhs place their faith in the Dear Lord, but the self-willed manmukhs are deluded by doubt. ||1||
O Dear Lord, this is Your Glory.
You preserve the honor of Your devotees, O Lord Master; Your devotees seek Your Sanctuary. ||Pause||
The Messenger of Death cannot touch Your devotees; death cannot even approach them.
The Name of the Lord alone abides in their minds; through the Naam, the Name of the Lord, they find liberation.
Wealth
and all the spiritual powers of the Siddhis fall at the feet of the
Lord's devotees; they obtain peace and poise from the Guru. ||2||
The self-willed manmukhs have no faith; they are filled with greed and self-interest.
They
are not Gurmukh - they do not understand the Word of the Shabad in
their hearts; they do not love the Naam, the Name of the Lord.
Their masks of falsehood and hypocrisy shall fall off; the self-willed manmukhs speak with insipid words. ||3||
You are pervading through Your devotees, O Dear God; through Your devotees, You are known.
All the people are enticed by Maya; they are Yours, Lord - You alone are the Architect of Destiny.
Overcoming my egotism and quieting the desires within my mind, I have come to realize the Word of the Guru's Shabad. ||4||
God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord.
By Guru's Grace, he ever dwells in their minds, and He resolves all their affairs.
Whoever challenges them is destroyed; they have the Lord God as their Savior. ||5||
Without serving the True Guru, no one finds the Lord; the self-willed manmukhs die crying out in pain.
They come and go, and find no place of rest; in pain and suffering, they perish.
But one who becomes Gurmukh drinks in the Ambrosial Nectar, and is easily absorbed in the True Name. ||6||
Without serving the True Guru, one cannot escape reincarnation, even by performing numerous rituals.
Those who read the Vedas, and argue and debate without the Lord, lose their honor.
True is the True Guru, and True is the Word of His Bani; in the Guru's Sanctuary, one is saved. ||7||
Those
whose minds are filled with the Lord are judged as true in the Court of
the Lord; they are hailed as true in the True Court.
Their praises echo throughout the ages, and no one can erase them.
Nanak is forever a sacrifice to those who enshrine the Lord within their hearts. ||8||1||










Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Saturday, October 19. 2013 in Spirituality



Add Comment

Submitted comments will be subject to moderation before being displayed.

Enclosing asterisks marks text as bold (*word*), underscore are made via _word_.
Standard emoticons like :-) and ;-) are converted to images.

To prevent automated Bots from commentspamming, please enter the string you see in the image below in the appropriate input box. Your comment will only be submitted if the strings match. Please ensure that your browser supports and accepts cookies, or your comment cannot be verified correctly.
CAPTCHA

Quicksearch

Search for an entry in Jatha Shaheedan:

Did not find what you were looking for? Post a comment for an entry or contact us via email!