I was walking towards the park when I came across some random African chick. She seemed like she was from another culture altogether – outside the North American norm: she was wearing head scarf, long skirt, long sleeved top, with a cardigan…on 30°C weather.
We made eye contact, I smiled and said, “Hi.”
She mumbled something but I just kept walking. Seeing how she wasn’t dying or getting attacked or anything nor were we doing business, I figured, it was probably not that important. She might have been speaking in her language about something funny. I didn’t really care.
But she yelled back out at me, “Do you know that?”
Now I got curious so I looked back and asked, What?
“Jesus loves you.”
I smiled. Yeah. I know that.
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I’m technically a Buddhist, but I was raised Roman Catholic and have known several Muslim and Hindu folk/friends, but your religion doesn’t really matter when you get the gist of its Spiritual sustenance along with internalizing the paradigms of its stories (versus focusing on its minutiae – what is it about? Much like fables, mythologies, and even modern stories that we see in the media and in our neighbourhoods, the streets, along with ourselves).
It’s all about what speaks to you, personally, as an individual, really. I think it’s part of Human Geography or something.
Had somebody told me this several years back, I probably would’ve rolled my eyes…but this woman was sincere and she said this with a smile…and it felt like it was coming from the heart ❤️
…and I was smiling all throughout the morning, like a true moron, meng.
PS.
The world, my friend Govinda, is not imperfect, or on a slow path towards perfection: no, it is perfect in every moment, all sin already carries the divine forgiveness in itself, all small children already have the old person in themselves, all infants already have death, all dying people the eternal life. It is not possible for any person to see how far another one has already progressed on his path; in the robber and dice-gambler, the Buddha is waiting; in the Brahman, the robber is waiting. In deep meditation, there is the possibility to put time out of existence, to see all life which was, is, and will be as if it was simultaneous, and there everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman. Therefore, I see whatever exists as good, death is to me like life, sin like holiness, wisdom like foolishness, everything has to be as it is, everything only requires my consent, only my willingness, my loving agreement, to be good for me, to do nothing but work for my benefit, to be unable to ever harm me…”
– Siddhartha
God works in mysterious ways for reals.
