“I am one year old.”
“Only one year old! Then I am much older than You. I am four years old.”
“I am so happy to hear that. Now tell Me, sweetest Stephanie, do you love Me?”
“Yes, I love You, but I also love my Guru.”
“That is fine. I love your Guru too. He and I are one. He is My son. Shall I tell you a secret, Stephanie?”
“Please, please tell me!”
“Your Guru loves you more than you love him.”
“Never! I won’t believe You, God. I love my Guru more than he loves me.”
“All right, will you believe Me if I say that I love you more than you love Me?”
“Never! I love You more than You love me.”
“You are wrong, Stephanie.”
“No, God, You are wrong. God, You know that I pray to my Guru every day. He comes to see me only two times a year. So You see, I love him more than he loves me. I pray to You every day. But You have come to see me only today for the first time. So You see, I love You more than You love me.”
“My sweetest child Stephanie, every night your Guru and I come to see you while you are fast asleep.”
“Every night You and my Guru come to see me! I am going to tell my Mommy! Mommy!”
With His proudest Smile, God disappears.From:Sri Chinmoy,Children's conversations with God, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1971
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