Today a dear friend posted an old photo on Facebook; a photo which brought memories of one of the first and most concrete experiences of the power of prayer I’ve ever had.
It was the end of the summer of 1991, a summer which brought the Baha’i Faith to my hometown, when a group of Baha’i youth, having served for a year at the Holy Land and before their return to the United States, blessed my home (and hometown) with their presence, and stayed for the summer to share their love for Baha’u’llah.
To celebrate the joy of our friendship, we organized a trip to the Rila Mountain, to visit the Rila Monastery and the Seven Rila Lakes. The hike was long and quite exhausting for we arrived at the mountain lodge way past sunset but the vista in the morning was well worth it. We said morning prayers near the lake and after some snacks started decending down the mountain slopes to the closest village where we could catch a bus back to the city.
What was our surprise when we saw the last bus pass us without even stopping. What used to be an adventure turned into an anxious concern, as we had to deliver safely home on time, as promised, a group of youth whose parents had entrusted us with.
Is there any Remover of difficulties save God? Say: Praised be God! He is God! All are His servants, and all abide by His bidding!
– The Báb
The moment the prayer was said, out of nowhere a little bus showed up. We were stunned but we were able to rent it. We arrived at the train station on time, took the train and made it safely to my hometown…
So, there we are in that blast from the past photo, sitting in the bus, having just experienced the power of prayer, traveling safely back home:
Thou seest, O my Lord, this stranger hastening to his most exalted home beneath the canopy of Thy majesty and within the precincts of Thy mercy; and this transgressor seeking the ocean of Thy forgiveness; and this lowly one the court of Thy glory; and this poor creature the orient of Thy wealth.