She looked at the tree with the scarves, ties and other colorful things draped on the branches and grimaced. Waste of time. She saw the items she had put on the tree months ago, believing that the gods would hear her prayers and answer but it was as if they had turned their backs on her. Her son was still sick. Nothing worked. The hospital was too far away and the doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. And he was growing worse.
“You haven’t tried Me”. She looked around, wondering who had said that. She was alone. She continued walking, chalking it up to imagination when she heard it again. “You haven’t tried Me”.
Frightened, she asked, “Who are You?”
“I am the God who created the heavens and the earth.”
The Christian God, she thought. She had heard about Him. “I have heard stories about You how You parted the Red Sea and sent bread from Heaven.”
“Yes, and I can also heal the sick.”
She paused and looked up. “Can You heal my son?” she asked.
“All you have to do is to pray and believe that I can do it and I will.”
She thought about it for a moment. What did she have to lose? Her son was sick and her gods weren’t answering her desperate cries for help. At least this God was talking to her and He wanted to heal her son. She got down on her knees and prostrated herself on the ground, hands clasped above her head, eyes squeezed shut. She began to pray and as she did, the words just poured from her lips, accompanied by gut wrenching tears as she pleaded for her son’s life.
When she was finished, a peace she had never experienced before in her life came over her. She got up and wiping her face, she trudged the rest of the way to the village. When she arrived, her sister ran out to greet her, her face bright with joy. “Saanvi! It’s Jayesh,” she cried, unable to speak because she was so excited.
Saanvi frowned, “What about Jayesh?” she asked.
“He’s recovered,” her sister said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards thehut. “The fever left him and he’s awake. He’s asking for you.”
Overjoyed, Saanvi burst into the hut and when she saw Saanvi sitting up in the bed, she fell to the ground and began to thank the Christian God. “You are now my God,” she said. “When the other gods ignored my cries for help, You heard and You spoke to me. You healed my son. You’re my God now.”
By the end of the week, all traces of the other gods were gone. In their place was a Bible which she had gotten from a missionary visiting her village. And as for the Wishing Tree, she had no more use for it. She removed the items she had placed on the branches and burned them.