Chapter 78 Chapter 22 Faith Tested

Although I have rented an office in the Ford area and a house in Zill, God will not let me settle down.Not long after I moved into the new house, my second son, Manilal, fell ill with severe typhoid, accompanied by pneumonia and nocturnal coma. He had also suffered a severe case of smallpox a few years earlier. We called in the doctor.He said that taking medicine has little effect, but giving him eggs and chicken soup is good. Manilal was only ten years old.It was impossible to ask his opinion.As his guardian, I have to make a decision.This doctor is a good Bosch.I told him that we would all be vegetarians and that it was impossible for me to feed my son these two things.So can he recommend something else?

"Your son's life is in danger," said the kind doctor. "We can give him a little milk mixed with water, but he will not get enough nourishment. You know, many Hindus also come to me. Doctors, they don't object to any prescription I prescribe. I think you'd better not be so stubborn with your son." "You're all right," I said. "As a doctor, that's all you can do. But my responsibility is great. If the child has grown up, I will definitely ask his opinion and respect it." His opinion. But now I have to think about him and make a decision for him. I think only then is a person's faith really tested. Whether it is right or wrong, one cannot eat meat , eating eggs, and the like, is part of my religious beliefs. There should be a limit even to the means of sustaining our lives. There are certain things that we simply refrain from doing even for the sake of life itself. As far as I know Understand, even on this occasion, religion does not allow me or my family members to use meat or eggs for medical treatment, so I have to risk the possibility that you said. But I want you to do one thing. Because I Couldn't be lucky enough to use your cure, I'm going to try water therapy which I happen to know. But I wouldn't check the child's pulse, chest, lungs, etc. If you would bother to check him anytime and tell him how he is I, I would be grateful."

The kind doctor pardoned my difficulty, and accepted my request.Although Manilal was not yet able to make up his mind, I told him what I had said to the doctor, and asked for his advice. "Just try water therapy, please," he said. "I don't eat eggs, and I don't drink chicken soup." It made me happy, although I also knew that if I gave him one of these things, he would be sick too. will eat.I know the Kuhni method and have tried it.I also know there are benefits to fasting.So I began to give Manilal a sitz bath according to Kuhny's method, letting him sit in the basin for no more than three minutes each time, and giving him orange juice mixed with water for three days in a row.

However, his temperature did not drop, reaching 104 degrees Fahrenheit.During the night he fell into a coma, and I became uneasy.What will people say about me?What would my brother think of me?Can we find another doctor?Why not find a "Yajur Vedic" doctor?What right do parents have to impose their own whims upon their children? These thoughts haunt me.So a contrary trend of thought arose.God will be pleased to see me treat my son in the same way that I have treated myself.I believe in hydrotherapy and not so much in allopathic medicine.Doctors can't guarantee a cure, they can only experiment at best.The thread of life is in the hands of God.Why not trust God and continue what I believe to be right healing in his name?

My heart is tormented by these two conflicting thoughts.It is already night.I lay next to Manilal on his bed. I decided to wrap him in a wet sheet.I got up to soak a sheet, squeezed out the water, and wrapped Manilal so that only his head was exposed, and then covered myself with two blankets.I put a wet towel over his head.His whole body was as hot as iron, and it was very dry and scorched, without any sweat at all. I am exhausted.I handed Manilal to his mother and went for a walk in Chobady to get some fresh air.It was about ten o'clock, and there were very few people walking.I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I seldom looked at passers-by. "Lord, in this time of trial, my honor rests in your hands," I repeated to myself, unable to do without Rama Namma.After a while I came back, my heart was pounding.

As soon as I came in, Manilal said, "Are you back, Babu?" "Yes, good boy." "Drag me out, please, I have a terrible fever." "Are you sweating, boy?" "I'm soaked all over, please move me out." I touched his forehead, and it was indeed dripping with sweat.The temperature went down.I thank God. "Manila, your fever must be gone by now. If you sweat a little more, I'll move you out." "No, I beg you. Get me out of this boiler quickly, or wrap me later." I managed to coax him for a few minutes.Sweat trickled down his forehead.I untied the sheet and dried him.The father and son fell asleep on the same bed.

And everyone slept like a log, and Manilal didn't burn so much the next morning.He lived thus for forty days on milk and fruit juice mixed with water.Now I am not afraid.It was a stubborn burn, but it was subdued at last. Today Manilal is the healthiest of my children.Who can say whether his recovery was by the grace of God, or by water therapy, or by careful diet and nursing?Let people decide according to their beliefs.For my part, I believed that God saved my honour, and that belief remains unchanged to this day.