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In Relation - With God

Many of my posts would be related to the discussions I have with my driving partner. So this one is again a reference to such a day, where we were driving back home.
She is a good story teller and we were once discussing about the way we pray to God. She told me about her uncle, who was a very Spiritual person. One fine winter, he was reading Bhagvat Gita and in his left hand held a cup of tea. A sip of the hot tea was followed by a shloka of Gita. My friend's mother was watching all this and she being a God fearing lady, pointed it to uncle that what he was doing was not correct. How can anyone feel spiritual or pray to God while eating or drinking?
Our Mr. Uncle handled the question beautifully. He gave an example of a child, who at his home, is chirpy, free spirited, doesn't think twice before doing or saying anything because he feels secure, he knows he belongs to that place..probably that's why the term 'feel at home'. But when the same child goes to a neighbour's home, he tries to be well-behaved, thinks twice before uttering a word, knows that he is being watched and judged. Uncle said, humans have a similar relation with God. If we feel connected, we need not think of what God might think. If we are true to our heart, we need not fear God. Such was his relation with God. He pointed out rightly, that he was not reading Gita to praise God or to make any appeals to Him. He was reading it, since it was the best non-fiction written ever. A book which explained life's true meaning. Such was his relation with God. A sip of tea while reading Gita cannot be a determining factor of his devotion.

What he said made sense. I too would like to be in relation with God and not end up being God fearing!

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