A pious and poor farmer lived in a village. He worked earnestly but could not make a big difference in his fortunes. Still, he did not complaint the big Power, who he trusted to be providing him. One day he saw an exceptional dream.
What he dreamt was a fancy city, where cute little beings with wings were fluttering all over. A few of them came to him and told him that it is the very heaven, where he will finally come when he dies. The cute little flying things, which introduced themselves to be angels, took the farmer inside the gates. The first building he saw was heavily crowded by many such angels. One of the angels said that it is the reception counter, where complaints, grievances and petitions of human beings from all over the world are received, sorted and answered. The next building looked like a dump yard with heaps of papers. Angels were still bringing in more and more parcels and carelessly dumping there.
“This is the undelivered mails department. Most of the petitioners reveal not their true identity and intimations to them bounce,” said the angel.
The next building was the biggest of all with many counters but only one angel sitting sad idly aside the main gate.
“Come in,” the angel with him said. The angel told the farmer that it is the acknowledgement department, which is the only place where God appears in heaven. The farmer asked the angel what acknowledgment is. The angel said,
“Just think…. ‘Thank you God for all that I have now’ and remember that you had absolutely nothing with you when you were born.” The farmer looked at the angel with surprise. The angel continued,
“Every day God gets your acknowledgement and He arranges to send you a parcel of peace.”
