Creating Harmony

Some time ago, Gyles Brandreth of the Telegraph Newspaper interviewed the Anglican Archbishop of South Africa, Desmond Tuto. “While welcoming Nelson Mandela as South Africa’s Brand New State president, Tutu said,” We have become one country with many cultures , languages and races. We are God’s rainbow people. “Today, I can say the same thing. We come from different cultures , languages and races, and we have become one person who is prepared to eradicate hate, war, injustice and racial persecution, great post to read.

Tutu said that God has many sides, and he shows each one who seeks him one at a time. To the founders of each faith, God has unveiled a new hand.

It’s like the tale of the six blind men who went to see the elephant, each of whom felt one part and thought the entire elephant was that part.

We see a great creator in all his glory as all religions meet together. We affirm that the expressions of Almighty God are fulfilled …

“Gyles asked Tutu,” What are you going to ask God when you see him in heaven? And his response was, “I’m going to ask,” Why did you make it all central to misery, why, why?

With the following examples, he answered the question.

When Trevor, his only much-loved son, made wrong turns and caused pain and misery under the influence of alcohol, Tutu says he learned something of the impotence God feels when he watches his children make the wrong choices.

He said of Nelson Mandela ‘s 27 years in prison, “We may think it was a waste of time. No. The fires that tempered his steel, which removed the dross, were those years and all the pain they entailed.”

Tutu said to Gyles, “Don’t be afraid, be as you are. God says I have created you as you are, because I love you. I only make masterpieces.”

The pain caused by racial and religious intolerance I, too, have witnessed.

In 1956, I was trapped between the Tamil and Sinhalese communities when there was a racial uprising in Sri Lanka. Among the Sinhalese, Simon is a common name. The Tamils, therefore, assumed that I was a Sinhalese. But I couldn’t talk the language of Sinhalese fluently. That’s why the Sinhalese thought I was Tamil. Thus, I have been the object of both parties.

I was in an isolated area and Singhalese mobs wandered in search of Tamils all over the Gal Oya field. My mate, who was the administrator, felt that living in an isolated place was dangerous. So I moved in with him, my wife and four children.

For a few days, the rioting continued and the news spread that Tamil officers were harbouring some Singhalese officers. A crowd of about 200 people came to our house one day at nightfall to take me as a hostage or kill me if it came to that. They didn’t search after children and mothers.

So I fled into the woods at the back of the house. I fell into a ditch and injured my leg during my blind hurry in the dark and couldn’t get up. That’s been my luck.