14 Nov 2017 06:03am IST
Joseph Lewis D’Silva
Parents attempt to fulfil their duty of ‘settling’ their children when they come of marriageable age.
A girl’s parents were on a boy hunting mission for their daughter. The girl had the requisite attributes of head, heart and soul, with tremendous resources of inner strength.
Many eligible young men, holding good jobs and from good families came to win her hand, but were rejecting on flimsy grounds, perhaps because providence had another plan to unite her in matrimony in His time.
It was one of those peaceful noons, she along with her wedded sister, and parents came to the shrine of St Joseph Vaz at Sancoale. They prayed that the spinster may soon pair off through his intercession. Each one prayed in their own way for the same purpose.
A prayer is a talk. Her father implored thus: “My youngest daughter who has come of age, has had many suitors but none clicked. I am a sinner; therefore, I ask you, St Joseph Vaz, keep my petition before Blessed Virgin Mary. Just as she said to Jesus at the wedding in Cana, “They have no more wine,” she will say to Jesus, “Their youngest daughter has not yet found a suitable match.”
After this short, self-made prayer from his heart and subsequent to the service at the shrine they walked out to the stalls below.
There in the crowd, while the married daughter was buying a rosary from one of the stalls, someone from the crowd bumped into her. She recognised the friend whom she had almost lost contact with some years ago. After exchange of pleasantries she saw the spinster and said to her parents, “We are looking out for a girl for our son.”
They responded, “We are looking out for a boy for our daughter.”
There it was, by the mercy of God, in a way utterly beyond anyone’s understanding, the match clicked.
Boy and the girl met each other several times. As they both liked each other, the marriage matched in heaven was executed on earth. Their parents considered this coincidence to be a miracle and many believed that it was so, but others said that it was just a happening.
The power of coincidence is miracle. If we can see these miracles life becomes beautiful. But we take these things for granted. We think that they happen by chance. It is said that the writer looks at life’s beauty through words, the believer through faith, the unbeliever, perhaps through ideals.
No explanation is necessary to those who believe it to be a miracle, and no explanation is possible to those who do not believe it to be a miracle.
On the wedding day, the bride was escorted down the aisle and when they reached the altar, the bride’s father placed his daughter’s hand, in the hand of the future husband, a symbolic act of surrendering responsibility and obligation from parents to the groom.