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God chooses you

Have you ever wonder why members of the same family follow different Gods ?

Somehow I came to believe that it is the God that chooses us , and not the vice versa.

For instance, I believe, I was attracted towards Jesus , at the time of life, when I seriously needed  peace and acceptance. Later, I got attracted towards Krishna and I realized Duty is calling me. Whether I wish or not, I have to fulfill my duties in the society. Worshiping Krishna, keeping his ideal in front of me, helped a lot.

Likewise, I have seen those, who need to have patience during sufferings and struggle, get attracted towards Sai Baba. I guess, worshiping Sai Baba helps to go on during tough times, "Shraddha and Saburi", as the Mantra goes.

Haveyou seen it happening in your life? Does the God you worship , symbolizes the pattern of your life? It might be just a fancy, but I strongly believe in the fact that God chooses us.

(This is An old draft) 

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Anonymous said…
Gibran once said: "And if my words are a rock and a riddle, then seek, none the less, that your hearts may be broken, and that your questionings may bring you unto the love and the wisdom of the Most High, whom men call God."

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