Sadhu Sunder Singh and an Angel Corssing the River

When the Sadhu reached the foothills of Mount Kailash he chanced upon some nomads who were making their way around with their flocks. He asked them for directions to the nearest village in the locality. The nomads, fearing and disliking his presence in their midst, misguided him deliberately. They pointed this strange looking foreigner who looked anything but Tibetan to a dangerous forest path that led nowhere. A total stranger to the area, the Sadhu followed their ill advice to the letter and headed in the direction they indicated.

Miles slipped by without the sight of any village. Night was sweeping down like a thick blanket upon the whole Tibetan plateau. The Sadhu came to a halt before the bank of a river. There was no other way for him to turn to. Chills began running up and down his body as the howling cries of wild animals in the forest filled the frigid air. He made some bold attempts to cross the river but failed miserably. Settling himself down on the banks, the weary traveler was near to tears.

Resting his head on arms folded across knees drawn to his chest, the Sadhu began to weep. He felt the full weight of misery in his sorry predicament. After a little while, he thought he heard a man’s voice. Lifting his eyes he saw a man seated across the river and warming himself by a fire. This was strange. He did not see anyone in the vicinity when he first got to the bank. The man motioned to the Sadhu: “Don’t worry! I am coming to help you!” 

Sadhu Sundar Singh was so relieved. Someone in the local area, he thought, had come to help him. The Sadhu was amazed to note how fearlessly his rescuer swam across the swift flowing river. When the man reached the bewildered Sadhu, he said: “Sit tightly and still on my shoulder and do not fear!” The Sadhu carefully balanced himself on the stranger’s broad shoulders. The heroic good Samaritan, now saddled with the lanky Sadhu on his back, was about to challenge the fierce river once more.

Sitting astride those strong shoulders, the Sadhu marveled at the impossible sight. The river had proved too much for him. Yet this stranger was cutting across the river like knife on butter with him on his back. Such an impossible act could only be conceivable if the supernatural strength somehow came out of a heart of incredible kindness. Here was a local native who must have done such extraordinary acts of kindness and bravery many times over. The Sadhu thought to himself that as soon as they reached the other side of the bank he would share the gospel with the stranger.

Safely across, the stranger helped the Sadhu gently off his shoulders. Walking up the bank a few steps, the Sadhu turned around to thank the stranger. Alas! Wonder of wonders! The stranger was no longer there. Neither was the fire. The mysterious man and his fire had simply vanished! The Sadhu gasped in astonishment. He suddenly realized that God had sent His rescuing angel. Dropping to his knees, he quickly offered a prayer of thanksgiving to God.