“During his American tour, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá stopped in Denver, Colorado. Elizabeth Clark, a Denver Bahá’í, had invited the Master to her home for tea. On the day ‘Abdu’l-Bahá was to call on her, Clark spent the morning busily cleaning and straightening the upstairs and downstairs rooms of her home to prepare for her honored guest. But, as the hours slipped by, Clark realized she would not have enough time to finish the job. Read more
In Liberia, I was painting and sharing the meanings behind my art with whoever asked. I was completing a series of 4 paintings titled Najibiyyih¹, which was about Ridván, when I was invited to speak about my art at the college where I was teaching.
The Cuttington University was part of an association of Episcopal colleges and clearly a Christian college. I was always quiet about my beliefs, unless asked, so a number of the professors knew I was a Baha’i. I explained to the president of the college and to our college pastor, who was a professor of theology, that it was impossible to speak about my art and not speak about my beliefs – my Baha’i Faith. They assured me that this was fine and that they were open to hearing ideas from other religions.
Once, I had gone to hear Mr. Khadem speak at LouHelen Baha’i School and to see about doing a painting for their enlarge facilities. Following his talk, Mrs. Khadem spoke on how Abdu-l’ Baha did not “choose” the Guardian but rather looked at Shoghi Effendi and saw that Shoghi Effendi WAS the Guardian. At that moment something happened! It was as if a ball of light surrounded my head, my hearing stopped, tears came down my face and I saw the painting that I was to do pass in front of my eyes – I saw mostly the gold lines and some of the colors. I had been planning to do a series on Ridvan and the garden, but this inspiration just knocked me out and so I painted the series To The Guardian, Shoghi Effendi. You can see the prints here or in the book, THE VISIONS OF SHOGHI EFFENDI.
Dr. Raḥmatu’lláh Muhájir(Arabic: رحمةالله مُهاجر; 4 April 1923 – 1979) was a prominent fourth-generation Bahá’í, born in ‘Abdu’l-‘Azím, Iran. Following is a memory of Dr. Muhajir’s visit to my home in Palmerston North, New Zealand in the 1970’s.
During my Bahá’í life, I have had the honor of meeting (being in the presence of) several Hands, if you could actually call it that, and would like to share some of my experiences. The missed opportunities, the not fully understanding the functions of the Hands of the Cause of God, led me to be quiet and remaining in the background for the most part. On becoming a Bahá’í, which was the best decision I have ever made in my life, I was literally thrown into the deep end the day I declared. Read more
An amazing teaching opportunity arrived at my home in Christchurch around 1978. One day I had a very strong urge to go down to the dairy at the corner. I didn’t need anything at all, but I felt a strong need to go. I was not going to go without having someone to look after the children, but I got ready to go anyway. I opened the front door, to find one of the Bahá’ís standing there about to knock. An answer to a prayer for sure. Read more