With soul-stirring emotion we gather in the hallowed
environs of His resting place to honor the memory of the Supreme Manifestation
of God, Bahá’u’lláh, on the solemn, historic occasion of the centenary of His
ascension.
We lift our voices at the prompting of our hearts' desire to
pay tribute to a life infinitely beyond compare. But how shall we realize such
a wish when it is evident that no mind can attain the comprehension which would
make possible the vocabulary worthy of His celestial court? In very truth, our
tongues falter in their impotence to describe, let alone extol, the prodigies
of a prophetic career which was framed in superlatives. For here at Bahjí, one
hundred years ago, was drawn the last breath on earth of the world's greatest
Luminary, Founder of the Dispensation marking the culmination of the
six-thousand-year-old Adamic Cycle, and Inaugurator of the
five-thousand-century Bahá’í Cycle. He, the Most Great Manifestation, appeared
in the Most Great Name and endured the greatest suffering in authoring the Most
Great Revelation, which is the wellspring of the Most Great Peace. In our attempt
to appreciate these matchless bounties, we recite the gem-like names of the
Adored One, picked out as pearls from the veritable ocean of His Revelation,
bestrewing them throughout our testimonial that they may lend an acceptable
gleam to our expression of His glory and majesty.
King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Supreme Mediator, Most Ancient
Beauty: He is the Well-Beloved of all worlds. We hail Him as the long-awaited
Promised One, the Object of the adoration of the world. And we exclaim:
"Hallowed be the Lord in Whose hand is the source of dominion!"[2]
How grievously Bahá’u’lláh suffered to regenerate the world!
Wrongly accused, imprisoned, beaten, chained, banished from country to country,
betrayed, poisoned, stripped of material possessions, and "at every moment
tormented with a fresh torment": such was the cruel reception that greeted
the Everlasting Father, Him Who is the Possessor of all Names and Attributes.
For two score years, until the end of His earthly days, He remained a prisoner
and exile―persecuted unceasingly by the rulers of Persia and the Ottoman
Empire, opposed relentlessly by a vicious and scheming clergy, neglected
abjectly by other sovereigns to whom He addressed potent letters imparting to
them that which, in His truth-bearing words, "is the cause of the
well-being, the unity, the harmony, and the reconstruction of the world, and of
the tranquility of the nations." "My grief," He once lamented,
"exceedeth all the woes to which Jacob gave vent, and all the afflictions
of Job are but a part of My sorrows."[3]