11 Wandered away from home - Celine D’souza

posted Feb 22, 2018, 8:43 AM by Neil D'Souza   [ updated Feb 22, 2018, 8:43 AM ]
He wandered far away from home; sadly but surely, he did. Purposefully, knowingly, willingly. The pastures were greener on the other side; the tempting lures beckoned. Like any other teenager, Ian sought joy in the material. He joined a band of good for nothing fellows and strayed, wandered, roamed. Prodigal child! Black sheep! Who, ME? No, never, he thought, what is wrong in seeking happiness independently, exploring the unexplored, unearthing the hidden pleasures? He moved from the safe haven of HOME to the unknown realms of uncertainty and insecurity. With his new found gang, he wallowed deep in vices—drinks, drugs, the works!

Years of hopeless habits ruined Ian. His career paused, health plummeted and name touched dust. The only ray of sunshine, which he was oblivious to, was his mother and family waiting for a homecoming without a grumble or whimper, only silent tears. Several summers Ian spent in a trance of pretentious ecstasy. He became a non-entity, a nobody, unrecognisable as the boy next door. Only HE was happy cordoned off, cocooned. Then, as one late winter was slipping into early summer, LENT dawned, and God laid his hand on Ian. He was surprised to see that what he had left behind was beautiful, safe, loving, and he returned home.

Lent and Islam's Muharram are mystical periods—a lament against strife and pettiness. Yet, the relevance of both cannot be lost in a world that chooses to remain strife-torn with narrow minds. Both periods are a call for peace; they tell us that beyond are the Angels waiting at the harbour to greet us home, and who does not want to go home? Home to rest, home to peace. The man who has worked the whole day rushes home in the evening; the weary traveller waits for the journey to end and be at home; those ill in the hospital long to be discharged and return home. Even the rose in full bloom gives out its enticing fragrance, knowing well it will wilt.

Going home is metaphoric. For Ian and scores of others like him, it means coming out from the deep abyss of abuse, the black hole. Breaking all self- made barriers, bringing light into life which darkness cannot resist. Almighty God knows that the old world values have crumbled under the onslaught of a new vicious culture, so He forgives and welcomes all back home at each confession. It is thus important for the wanderer to listen to the voice calling him home. The voice is obscure, different each time. It may be an anguished mother, father, sibling or God almighty Himself.