My Journey to God

My journey to God began in my childhood. My mother followed all rituals and rites as a Hindu woman, but made priority to serve the poor. That was her religion. My father, on the other hand, didn’t believe in any sort of supernatural being, but talked passionately about his atman. That was his religion. My husband had seen some of the poorest among the poor in his village fervently following their religions and all the rituals their priests prescribed to them. Neither to exploit nor to be exploited became his religion. There are so many gods and goddesses. That many religions and faiths. Even more gurus and swamies, telling us what to do and what not to, while the poor and the vulnerable people around the world being cheated, exploited, and even murdered. Where is the God? What is S/he doing to improve the worsening environmental conditions—the heatwaves, the melting of the iceberg, the hurricanes and tsunamis? These are the reasons I took this journey.