Another day in Paris

Why an Isopanisad went out to a young manIn Paris I met two Catholic priests. They were in their car, ready to leave.

I told them that Jesus Christ is the best son of God and that I am distributing a book that will help them to understand Christ better.

It was funny, because they were simply saying “Amen!” to whatever I was saying.

“There is only one God!”
“Christ comes from Kristos!”
“Kristos comes from Krishna!”

They finally took a Bhagavad-gita and were very happy with their new book!

However, the best part of the day was at the very end. I met a Muslim who was with his wife and their daughter. The lady didn’t want to talk with me, but the man decided to talk a little bit with me.

I asked him whether he can read Arabic, and he said that he can and that he is Muslim. I started to preach a little bit about the facts that all religions are bona fide if we actually follow them nicely and that the goal of every religion is to develop our dormant love for God.

Minute after minute he started to smile more and more, and his eyes opened wide.

Finally he tells me, “This is simply amazing, because this very morning I was saying to my mother that I never meet people on the street who speak nicely of God, and I told her that I would like to meet someone today who could do that. I never met someone who talks of God like you, and there is something in my heart that is touched, but I cannot explain what.”

At that moment I told him that I am simply a rascal trying to present nicely what I learned from the best servant of God I will ever know in my life: His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada.

He took two small Arabic books, and he gave me his number. A few moments after our meeting he sent me a very nice message.

Hare Krishna!
. . . Please distribute books!

Your fallen servant,
bhakta Jad.

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