Jesus in my prayer roomA Poem by Mrudula Rani
Are you baking a birthday cake for Jesus?
Sam asked when he was three. I was baking Christmas cookies for my daughter's class Christmas party. I looked up from my task. Why?I asked, It's Jesus' birthday! When? I pretended ignorance. Christmas. So you want me to make a cake for Jesus for Christmas. Because it's his birthday? Yes! What do we do with the cake? He seem to be thinking, Do you want me to send it to Jesus? Yes! There was a tired look on his face, do I have to explain everything to you? It seemed say. How do we send the cake to Jesus? " put it there" He pointed to the prayer room, the little closet we turned into our prayer room with an altar. Where a statue of Ganesh and a picture of Venktesh stood, Behind a burning oil lamp, With fresh fruit for offering. Sam wants me to place the birthday cake on the altar as an offering for Jesus! I was speechless for a minute, There was a lot to comprehend... Sam thinks Jesus is in my prayer room! I did not press him for more details, I didn't want to confuse his belief. A prophet, who preached love and compassion: why would he not be in a prayer room? Probably there is Allah,Buddha, Rama, and Christ all are in every prayer room, and every prayer hall all over the world! We just call out the ones we know. From the sea of Divine knowledge we scoop a spoonful and give it a name of a religion and call it our own! © 2017 Mrudula RaniReviews
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