What is your relationship with God?

It is knowledge.

An atheist comes and proves there is no God, and the relationship disappears. A theist comes with better logic – because it is not a question of whether God exists or not, the question is whose logic is better, who is more logical, more argumentative, more authoritative – and convinces you there is a God. Again there is a relationship. Are you going to depend on such a relationship?

Knowledge can be changed any moment by anybody:

It has no roots in you.

Knowing, nobody can change, not even God.

In India there is a story about a very unique man, Eknath. He was a worshipper and devotee of Krishna. For twenty-four hours a day he had only one thing in his mind, and that was Krishna. He was a Maharashtrian. His name for Krishna is Vithoba; in Maharashtra the name for Krishna is Vithoba. It was not far away from our commune place in Pune, where Eknath lived – just a nearby village.

His mother was sick, old, almost on the verge of death, and he was massaging her feet. The story is…. It is a story, remember, I’m not talking about history; I am simply telling you a beautiful story. Vithoba, that is, Krishna, was very concerned because his devotee was really in deep pain. He had lost his father, he had lost his brother, he had lost his sister. The only person left was his mother, and now her time had come. Vithoba thought, “Now I am his only relative; twenty-four hours a day he is thinking of me. It is time to go and console him and tell him, ‘Don’t be worried – I have come. Your mother is going but your Vithoba is here.’“

So Vithoba came. The door was open because Eknath’s house was so poor that there was no need to lock the doors, there was nothing that could be stolen. Vithoba entered, stood behind Eknath and said, “Eknath, won’t you look at me? I am Vithoba. You have been continually praying and chanting and calling me. But now the time has come – I had to come.”

There was not even a small mattress or a rug or a carpet or a chair to be given to Vithoba. Eknath had only one earthen brick, the type houses are made of in India; he used to keep his lamp on it. He used that brick to keep the lamp a little higher so he could see his mother better. He was so absorbed in massaging his mother’s feet that he took the lamp off the brick, pushed the brick towards Vithoba without turning back, and said to him, “Stand on the brick till I am finished with massaging my mother.”