25.
When I was a child, my mother used to tell me a story. It is a funny
little story, but it contains a profound secret. There was a lady
who resolved that everything she did should be offered to Lord
Krishna. After cleaning the oven in the kitchen with a mixture of
clay and cowdung, she made what was left into a ball and threw it
out, saying "Krishnaarpanamastu" - "May Krishna
accept it." What happened was that the ball of cowdung would
rise into the air and, flying into the temple, stick on the face of
the image of the Lord. The priest, poor fellow, got tired cleaning
up the image. He did not know what to do. At last he discovered that
this was all due to the lady.
As long as the lady was alive, the
image could not be kept clean. One day the lady fell sick. She was
about to die. She dedicated her death also to Krishna. The image in
the temple fell to pieces. The heavenly chariot came to fetch her -
but this too she dedicated to Krishna. The chariot dashed against
the temple and was smashed up. Even heaven is reduced to nothing
before the thought of Krishna.
26. The meaning of it all is that
whatever actions we do, whether good or bad, a new dimension of
power enters into them, the moment we surrender them to the Lord.
The grains of maize are reddish yellow in color but when maize is
parched in sand, what good popcorn it becomes!
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