Once a upon a time a Sikh was out working when a storm came up. It was very, very cold. He wore a very shaggy blanket with lots of holes in it. there were two sadhus (spiritually disciplined ones) walking by and one said, "Do you see that man who's working in the field?" The other said, "Yes, he is a Sikh. These people are great."
"What do you mean he is great?" asked the first sadhu. "He doesn't seem great at all. He has a ragged and shaggy blanket, and he 's just digging, and you tell me he is great." The other sadhu said, "Come with me. I'll show you the greatness of this man."
So the two sadhus walked up to the Sikh who was bent over working. The Sikh looked up and saw the two holy men. He said, "Good morning. In what way may I be of service to you." The one sadhu said to him, "My comrade is feeling very cold. We have a long journey ahead of us and we thought you could help us because you are a Sikh of the Guru.
The good Sikh said to him, "It is my privilege." and he took off his blanket and covered the cold and shivering sadhu. Then he bent down and pulled him on his shoulders and said, "Sir Sahib (Master), you lead the way and I shall him to his destination." Not only did he give his blanket but he also gave his mighty service, so the who was weak and in need could make it to his journey's end.
The sadhu on the shoulder of the Sikh said to his comrade, "Do you think this man can make it?" The other sadhu said, "Remember, I told you he is a Sikh." And to test the Sikh even more, the sadhu began walking very, very fast. It was a long way in the pouring rain but the Sikh kept up and never faltered.
When the two sadhus finally reached their destination, the Sikh, the man of the Guru, thanked them for allowing him to be of service. The sadhu wanted to return the blanket. He said, "My journey is now over. I'd like you to have your blanket back."
Tears filled the eyes of the Sikh and he said, "Once in my life may I have the privilege of giving something to a holy man like you. It would be a curse to deny me." His words touched the heart of the sadhu, and he said to his companion, "He gave us the cover of divinity. Now let us give him, at least, the cover of royalty."
And in minutes that Sikh, that same poor man of faith, was covered in the most precious garments by the sadhus. They also gave him a very beautiful and costly horse to ride back home. And while riding home on that beautiful horse, with all his royalty and dignity, people could hear him chanting, "Raj Yog Takat Deen," a chant in praise of his Guru. Even at that moment he never forgot that the royal robes he wore, robes of dignity and infinity, inspiring humanity to the miracle of faith, were all the grace of Guru Ram Das.
Posted by Jasmail Singh