This state was known as “the Garden of Eden.” But man developed ego and self-will, and “fell” from grace and purity and was sent out of the Garden. God promised to send the Jewish people an “Anointed One” (“Christ” in Greek or “Messiah” in Hebrew, the language of the Jews) to save humanity from this plight. Christians believe that Jesus was this “Anointed One”, the “Christ” sent by God.

Since the name “Jesus” is Greek for the Hebrew name Joshua, which means “the Lord saves,” he became known as Jesus Christ – “the anointed one who saves,” who would restore humanity to its original state of purity and intimacy with God.

Jesus was born of a virgin, Mary, in very humble surroundings near their capital city of Jerusalem. He had a distinct mission, which Sathya Sai Baba describes this way:

Jesus was to shatter the darkness that had enveloped the world… to spread the light of love in the heart of man and councils of humanity. (24 December 1972)

In order to carry out his redemptive mission, Jesus had to correct mistaken ways of thinking, which he did through teachings such as:

 You have heard that it was said, “Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.” But I say to you, Do not resist an evil person. If anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. You have heard that it was said, “Love your neighbour and hate your enemy.” But I tell you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. (Matthew 5:38-39, 43-44)

 

On the Thursday evening before the Passover Feast, Jesus met with his disciples for the Last Supper, knowing that the time had come for him to undergo suffering on behalf of humanity’s estrangement from God (going all the way back to the time of the Garden of Eden).

That night, while praying in a garden, he was taken into custody to appear before a Jewish tribunal and eventually before the Roman ruling authorities of the region. Sathya Sai Baba reports what happened:

Jesus’ critics complained to the head priest against him. They tempted one of his disciples with 30 silver pieces, to betray him into their hands. The disciple who was most loved, Judas by name, decided to work against the Master, yielding to the low temptation of a few pieces of silver. Greed for money is a demon that gets hold of the weak.

Jesus’ critics told the Roman ruler that Jesus was attempting to assert himself as king and so he should be punished for treason. The priest knew that Jesus was speaking the truth, but he did not support him in order to safeguard his own position. Their insistences made the Governor order his crucifixion. (25 December 1978, 23 November 1979, 25 December 2001)

On the following Sunday morning, his closest women disciples came to his tomb, whose entrance had been sealed by a large, round stone. When they arrived, the stone had been rolled away and they were met by an angel dressed in a white robe, who told them:  

Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. (Matthew 28:5-6)

Jesus had risen from the dead, on what later became known as Easter morning.

The name “Easter” comes from the name of a pagan goddess of Spring who had been celebrated around the same time of year as the Jewish Passover and the anniversary of Jesus’ resurrection. Eventually, the early Christians borrowed that name to help turn the pagan celebration into a Christian holiday. 

Also read - The Story of Easter, a supplement to the cover story.

I grew up in a Roman Catholic family. People in my grandfather’s generation had bought a building in Rotterdam for the St. Vincentius Union (also known around the world as the Society of St. Vincent de Paul), which gives many services to the poor. I was born and grew up in that house and my grandfather and father took care of the house.

I never knew anything else. We had a big statue of St. Vincentius there, and all I knew were people who were always talking about Jesus. I went to church and learned to play the piano there.

All of my schooling was at Catholic schools with only boys. So I have never gone to a school with girls. I have also only been in choirs with boys and men, no girls or women. Even now I am teaching here at the Sathya Sai Institute with only boys.

I have always had a love for Jesus. Because I was active in the choir and I was appointed to sing in the front, we always sang the Christmas songs and all of the Jesus songs. The director of the choir looked after us because we were the leading voices. You cannot sing without love and there was always a loving atmosphere – love was always in our singing. So the spiritual foundation was laid.

When I was 13, I started my own band. And when my voice broke, I left the choir and that is when I came to the world. I had an idea of becoming a priest before then, but then I saw so many nice girls that I decided not to become a priest.

When I was in my 20’s I became very depressed and disappointed by the world, and I thought that Jesus must be in the world, but I couldn’t see him. I was just beginning to peep into the world at that time. I saw so many things and I thought, “Oh my God, is this it?” So I was frightened, although my music profession became my therapy.

During the road of life, I got into my job and career and wanted to make it, which I did both as a musician and an educator. I had a nice house, nice car, and nice family.

In 1989, I went to a healer and while I was sitting in the waiting room I saw a photo of Swami. The lady pointed out to me that this was Sathya Sai Baba, but I didn’t know anything. In 1992, I came to know Sai Baba more as I began to read John Hislop’s book, “My Baba and I.” Then, in 1994, I attended a session on Sathya Sai education. I was very curious to meet devotees and wanted to know what they were like. After coming to know many of them a new world opened for me.

Even though I had accomplished everything, I was not content and I knew this was not the last thing I was to do in life. Then, one thing after another happened, and one day in 1995 it all collapsed, including my marriage.

I had gotten so involved with my profession that I had no relationship with Jesus and I forgot to be a human being. I wasn’t a human being; I was a musician. So all of this was necessary to get me back.

This was the beginning of everything for me. Swami was like mother and father for me. First like mother and then later like father. He called me for interviews and spoke to me and healed my leg.

I prayed to Swami to see Jesus as he was. One day he asked me to give a talk, and after the talk he made a chain for me with a cross. This signified to me a new start in my relationship with Jesus.

Last year, the students asked me to participate in a Good Friday programme, to talk about my experience with Jesus. At that programme, I told about how I was always in tears as a young boy during the week leading up to Jesus’ crucifixion.

On Good Friday, I was always in agony looking at my watch, thinking about the time that Jesus died. I always died somehow myself; it was terrible for me.

Even though Palm Sunday celebrations started joyously and we were very happy as we gave fruit to all the elderly houses, it would end in this very agonizing time on Good Friday.

Then I told how in 1992, I had read in John Hislop’s book where Swami said that Jesus did not suffer at the crucifixion – and Swami said the same thing at Christmas in 1998.

I grew up with such agony around seeing Jesus on the cross. I had no other view. And then Swami said that Jesus did not suffer. It turned everything around for me and it took time for me to really realise it, because it had been so impressed on my mind.

I cannot describe my feeling; it is such an emotional thing for me when I realised that Jesus did not suffer.

Yes, Jesus did take on the world karma in those days and he died, but this is the same thing that Swami is doing now. Swami knows what he is doing, just like Jesus knew when he sent Judas away to betray him.

Months later when I returned to the Netherlands I went to the Sai Center and Luc Courtois let me know that the book he had written about Swami’s teachings about Jesus had come out on Good Friday.

I took this book with me the next time I came to the ashram and read it twice. I then presented it to Swami for His blessings and he said, “Very, very happy.”

One thing I have learned by being with Swami is how to calm myself down when someone is against me. I can now take time to see them with love, this is very important to me. I have a tendency of wanting to overreact and argue back.

I now see that there is really no enemy; the only enemy is myself. Every person is just a mirror for us. To understand the love that Swami and Jesus talk about takes time. So I am trying to understand this love.

To see Swami as the father of Jesus is to me the most logical thread between Jesus and Swami. For me, Jesus has always been like a friend. This is the same for me with Swami. Last year I felt that Swami had become my friend. The moment I met Swami I realised that His voice has always been there and has always guided me in my life.

Sharing Harry Geurt’s love for Jesus is Father Charles Ogada, a Roman Catholic priest. For him, such love brings us all alive in our oneness with God and with our neighbours.

During an interview with Radio Sai’s host Dr. Venkataraman, Father Ogada shared how his experiences with Sathya Sai Baba helped him take his priestly vows more deeply, and to live a life of intimacy with God.

When I came to Baba’s teachings, I discovered what this meant. For example, the first call Jesus made was, “Listen Israel.” It was a call to silence, to the sound of OM. The other one is that the Lord is one; there is no other reality. All of the other things are illusions; they are non-existent.

And to love this One with all your heart, that is bhakti yoga, with all your mind that is jnana yoga, and with all your strength is karma yoga. And to love your neighbour as yourself is to realise that the same Self in others is the same Self (Atma) in you.

In one of Baba’s Telegu poems from Sai Gems, he said,

“I am telling you once and for all in one sentence: the one quintessential teaching of all scriptures is that you should firmly feel your identity with the One and the same Self (Atma) that is present in all beings.”

This is the same sermon that Jesus Christ gave to that young man who asked him for a summary of all the scriptures.

I have never had any doubts about the Divinity of Baba. It is because I feel that my connection with Baba is not just this incarnation; that I have come across him before. For me Baba is love; that is how I know his Divinity. Love is unity; love arises from the realization of oneness. The greatest oneness is to realise the oneness with God. That is the greatest love.

One experience with Baba that has really influenced me was during my first interview. I am a Catholic priest and I belong to a congregation where we take vows of poverty, chastity and obedience.

I was sitting in the general interview room and Baba called me aside and whispered to me, “How are your wives?” I was taken aback and thought, “Oh my God.” I said, “Baba I don’t have any wives.” I then remained silent and he began talking to other people.

After a while he again asked me the same question. I kept quiet because I knew he was up to something. Later on in a subsequent interview he said to me, “Sometimes you want to marry, sometimes you don’t want to marry. You are mine.”

My experiences with Baba have made me live the life of intimacy and to take the vows more deeply. For example, there is a lot of talk about celibacy now. The problem is not with the priests; the problem is that they are expected to live a life without being taught how to live that life.

So life is like a suppression for them. Baba teaches us how to transform the lower energy into a higher energy so it becomes a flow and you can begin to live life in full without thinking that celibacy is a punishment. This experience has helped me gradually step-by-step to move into a whole new view of life.

There is no contradiction for me between the teachings of Jesus Christ and Baba. When I began to read the Bible in light of Swami’s teachings, I found a lot of new meaning, a lot of things that I never expected like these insights.

I believe that there are so many problems in the world because of ignorance, because of the lack of spiritual inquiry. We are inquiring about the objective world, but not spirituality.

What Africa needs now is Baba. The problems in Africa are not poverty or wars; the problem in Africa is spirituality. When we know God and we know that we are God and everyone else is God, then all these wars and poverty will go.

When I know that the same spirit is in others that I have within myself, when I realise that oneness, then there is no room for me to harm you.

Baba has given us many practical steps to begin solving these problems in Africa, like education. This is the greatest - taking the young people and starting when they are small to train them in the path of human values and spirituality. Another part is that although the African man is a very religious man, he still needs spiritual nourishment to satisfy his hunger. Self-less service without any ego does this.

Just as Divine love brings about the experience of oneness with God, it also awakens the awareness of the Divinity in one and all. This was the discovery not only of Father Ogada, but also Bernice Mead, National Coordinator of the “Education in Human Values” programme in the USA. During her interview with Dr. Venkataraman of Radio Sai, she tells us how, through Sathya Sai Baba’s presence in her life, she transformed her fundamentalist Christian background into a broad understanding that we are all Divine.

I had just had my first child and I was going through post-partum depression, so I was really searching for something besides what I had. Eventually, I heard about a meeting to be held by a man who had been to Sai Baba and who was going to tell about his experiences.

I went because my husband wanted to go, but I didn’t think that I would hear anything of relevance. We were both captivated by his stories, which were only telling about his experiences. We spent the whole evening there. We smelled a sweet jasmine right away; we thought it must have been incense, but it wasn’t. When we left that evening around 11pm, we felt excited and took three books with us. One of them was the “Holy Man and the Psychiatrist” by Samuel Sandweiss.

I read the book and right away I wanted to come to India. I felt so drawn and so much in love with Sai Baba. I wanted to know who he was and whether he was for real. Even though I am still mystified by him, I love him dearly.

Back in 1978, coming to the ashram was very difficult. The weather was hot and humid, the food was bothering me, and there were 14 of us in the flat that I stayed in. I still had a lot of doubts and there was a time when I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place.

Swami called all of the Westerners into the mandir and gave us a discourse. Then he came around and gave each of us little packets of vibhuti. I said to him, “Thank you.” That afternoon I wrote him a letter and went early to darshan so I could get the first row. He came and took my letter and said, “Thank you” to me. So my first words to him were thank you and his first words to me were thank you in return. This made me very happy.

During my second trip in 1979, I had to go alone after all of my friends had come home. One morning while sitting under his window where he lived in the mandir at the time, I had this thought, “What if he isn’t who he says he is? What if he is the anti-Christ?” I didn’t know where these thoughts were coming from because I had been so happy and so thrilled at being there.

The one lesson of Swami’s that I find most important is that we are God, we are all God. Elsie Cowan was a very good friend of mine and she used to say all the time, “You are God. You are God. You are no different than God.” And God is love, so love and God are synonymous. To me this is the richest and the best teaching.

I have had wonderful experiences with children where I have learned the lesson that we are all God. When I taught kindergarten with six-year-old children we would have a few minutes each day of quiet time.

One day a sweet little boy wanted to share what he had experienced that day during the quiet time. He said, “I saw God.” I asked him if he could tell us what God looked like and he said, “Yes, yes” and he put his hands over his head and said, “He had a lot of black hair and a blue business suit.”

One day while I was walking in a park, a little five-year-old came up to me on his bicycle and said, “Please go home with me I want you to meet my parents.” He kept asking me to go home with him so I could meet his parents.

I didn’t know this boy, he just came out of the blue while I was on my afternoon walk. I told him, “I can’t go home with you today, but I’ll come this way tomorrow and I promise I’ll go home with you tomorrow.”

But he kept begging me, “Please, oh please.” He was such a cute little mischievous kid, so I said to him, “Say, do you know Baba?” I don’t even know why I said this; it was out of the blue. He jumped off of his bicycle and said, “Yes, I do! He’s Jesus Christ and all his angels!” He got back on his bicycle and rode off and I never saw him again.

I am the national coordinator of the EHV programme in the USA , and I travel through the states giving teacher training classes.

In 1979 I started one of the first Bal Vikas children’s classes in southern California. We would sing a lot of songs and began to learn bhajans.

We all learned and grew together. One time I had a little boy who was quite precocious and he gave his school teachers difficulty in the classroom. After he had attended Bal Vikas for a year, his school teacher told me, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but whatever you are doing, keep it up. I have seen such a wonderful change in this child this year.”

As I look back on my upbringing, I was “very Roman Catholic” – even co-president of my parish’s teen youth organisation when I was 17.

I was disciplined and respectful in my relations with girls and elders – wanting to be known as a good person, and to me the ten commandments were the perfect “measuring stick” to determine if I was being good. I particularly strived to be a peaceful person, not ever wanting to hurt anyone.

But this determination did not come from a positive love for God and others; rather it was based in a self-dislike and self-criticism which I wanted to overcome.

My experience of life and being a Christian was coloured by a strong belief that my nature, particularly as a male, was “selfish, hedonistic, and environmentally destructive” – and that my job as a Christian was to overcome my nature. God was “out there” or “up there” – distant, judging, punishing, loving you only if you were good.

After going to college in the mid 1960’s, I found myself becoming “agnostic”, neither believing nor disbelieving in God. I just didn’t know. While I enjoyed being with friends and the priest at my university’s Catholic centre, I fell away from the Catholic religion.

I felt attracted to Zen Buddhism as a practical “substitute” to nurture my inner growth, particularly as author Alan Watts introduced it to the West. In fact, it was his book “Myth and Ritual in Christianity” that first renewed my appreciation for the spirit of Jesus’ teachings. In 1982, a deeper level of spirituality began to stir within me.

I found myself saying the word “Divine” without consciously thinking about it ahead of time. A new joy began to well up inside of me and I would make up little songs such as “Divine love, expressing through me, always draws to me all that I need.”

The night just before Easter Sunday that year, I “accidentally” (are there any coincidences or accidents?) came across a film on TV called “The Lost Years of Jesus”, produced by Richard Bock.

I watched the entire film, but when near the end it showed this Indian guru named Sathya Sai Baba, I paid little attention. Only later did I realise that Easter weekend was my first semi-aware contact with Baba.

Later that year, a good friend was reading “Man of Miracles” by Howard Murphet, chronicling many early experiences with Sai Baba. I had never ever sought an India spiritual teacher, but I asked to borrow the book.

I could understand very little of the translation into English, given the interpreter's different accent, but a few words rang crystal clear – they were the words I most needed to hear: “When you realise that God is inside you, then the more you go into yourself, the closer to God you become… and the distance between your will and God’s will likewise begins to diminish.”

When the discourse was over, I walked out of the auditorium stunned and dizzy – I actually had to lean against a tree. While I had been slowly rooting out of my psyche the childhood belief that God was distant and my very nature was sinful, Sai Baba’s words were like the hammer blow that finally split the rock. I had been opened up, healed, and reborn onto a spiritual path that ultimately led me back to a new relationship with Jesus and Christianity.

Ever since I was a 13-year-old attending the Catholic Jesuit High School, I participated once a year in some kind of spiritual retreat. In college and afterwards, these retreats took the form of “human potential” seminars. Now, I made India my annual retreat. I could tell right away that being around Sathya Sai Baba would be the most nourishing way I could find to grow spiritually.

Each year when I would come for 10 to 14 days, on my annual work vacation, I would select a book to bring as my core spiritual reading. In the mid-1980’s, I read the books of two 16th century Spanish Christian mystics: St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross. Both spoke about the “marriage” of the soul with God, and that the fundamental message of Jesus was the path of Divine love.

The hours waiting for Sai Baba to emerge from his residence to give Darshan were often exquisite times for me to ponder and pursue a new understanding of who Jesus was – through the experience of these two saints who devoted their entire lives to love and know Jesus, and to follow the path he laid down for us.

Sai Baba often spoke of three stages of spiritual growth: “I am in the Light,” “The Light is in Me,” and “I and the Light are One.” St. John of the Cross spoke of spiritual growth in terms of putting a log on a fire: at first, the fire has to heat up the log; then the log begins to emit flames, but only with the helpful heat of the coals; finally, the log is fully ablaze so that there is no distinguishing the “log” from the rest of the fire. I saw that Sai Baba and St. John of the Cross were describing the same three stages. And when Sai Baba explained how Jesus’ life showed us these same stages – as “Messenger of God,” “Son of God,” and “I and the Father are One” – my faith grew that Jesus really could be a model to inspire and guide my spiritual growth.

Jesus: …that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. I have given the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one. (John 17:21, 23)  

St. Paul : He who unites himself with the Lord is one with him in spirit. (1 Corinthians 6:17)  

St. John : God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. (1 John 4:16) 

St. Teresa of Avila : The Lord appears in the centre of the soul, not in an imaginative vision… One can say no more than that the soul, I mean the spirit, is made one with God.

Yet all of this has been just the beginning. My journey with Sai Baba and Jesus, which started (at least in my own awareness) one Easter weekend in 1982, continues forward – my own version of what it means to experience “heaven on earth.”

Just as William had to overcome early childhood beliefs, in order to love Jesus and himself, Sylvia Alden – choir director for the Prasanthi Christmas adult choir – struggled with beliefs about Jesus that she was taught as a child. She had a healing experience of Divine love in the presence of Sathya Sai Baba that helped her understand how she could live a Christ-like life.

GOD IS PURE LOVE  

Sylvia Alden – USA

I was brought up on a farm in the mid-western part of the United States during the time after the Great Depression and that which preceded the Second World War. Many were struggling to recover from the depression and the fear of the war was strong in our rural community.

My maternal grandparents became born-again Christians and my paternal grandfather was a Congregational minister. Their concept of Jesus, and by extension of God, was of Divine beings one could never expect to please. One could only fear and obey. Love was not emphasised.

As a child, these grandparents and their religious beliefs had a marked and indelible impression on me. My parents also followed these teachings and I wanted very much to please them all. Somehow, I always fell short of the mark.

Jesus became someone who knew everything I did and was marking it down so that come the Day of Judgment, he could tell God all the bad things I had done.

As I was not the most perfectly behaved child, Jesus had a lot on his list. He became someone to fear and dislike. I wondered how Jesus could be so wonderful if he would tell on a little kid.

As part of the religious training that was given to me by my parents and grandparents, I was taught that unless one became a born-again Christian one would be condemned to hell’s fire and damnation for all of eternity. There was no other choice.

I loved the hymns that spoke of the love and glory of God. I drew comfort from the music. I convinced others that I was a good Christian. I felt like a hypocrite because my actions were lip service only.

My actions were just for show. I still could not accept the idea that a person who loved Buddha or some other form of God would be headed for hell.

When I married and had children, I was firm in the conviction that my children would not grow up in fear of God. I wanted them to be free of the judgment of the beliefs of others. I doubted that if God/Jesus existed, they really cared what we did. Why else would babies die, people fight in wars, and good people suffer?

As much as I attempted to push God to the back of the closet, He refused to stay there. He showed Himself to me in music and nature.

I loved nature in all its many forms and music was my healing place. The yearning for the Supreme Being that created this beautiful universe and populated it with people of such diversity and beauty grew.

I was searching for what would ring as truth within my heart, a truth that I could share with my children which would allow them to love others irrespective of their religious convictions.

I began to study Eastern religions, starting with the teachings of Aurobindo. His teachings touched a place within that caused the door of my heart to crack open a bit.

I first heard of Sri Sathya Sai Baba in 1972. “Nice,” I thought. “There is another saint like Aurobindo.” I continued to read and study the wisdom of many Indian saints. Peace was growing in my heart. I studied meditation and even had the temerity to teach meditation classes.

In 1978, I made my first journey to the Beloved Divine Feet of Swami. He looked at me and I knew that He knew everything I had ever said or done, would ever say or do.

And miracle of all miracles, He loved me. He was all that I had ever thought God should or could be – love, pure love. There would never be condemnation or exclusion from Him.

My heart was full to overflowing. God was here on this earth and I had seen Him, talked with Him, felt His touch and I was free from fear and doubt. Joy is too small of a word or concept to express my feelings. I was truly home.

The love that Swami embodies and showers on us all allowed me to revisit my early upbringing. I came to realise that the God/Jesus that I had feared and denied was nothing but the extension of my family’s fear and their need to make sense of a world that was lacking love.

Further, their love for me took the form of needing me to be like them, to believe like them and to ensure my going to heaven with them. They didn’t want me to burn in hell for eternity.

When I could look at their beliefs from this perspective, I was able to understand them and their actions. My fear and distrust of Jesus receded. My family continued in their beliefs and saw my love for Swami as an indication that I was certainly on my way to hell.

I felt sorry that they were not able to see what I saw in Him. I had felt pure selfless love the likes of which I could not have imagined. It saddened me that they were not able to join me in this glorious journey.

I don’t just believe any more – I know that our Beloved Bhagawan is indeed the Father of Jesus as He is the father and mother of all. I also know that since the passing of my parents and grandparents, they will have had the opportunity to see and know Swami as I see and know Him as the embodiment of total love and compassion, the supreme one who created and sustains all. This brings me great comfort and allows me to let go of the sadness that was a large part of my younger life.

What relationship do I have with Jesus now? I see him as an older brother who exemplified complete surrender to God. I look at his dedication to God and am humbled. I no longer think he will give God a list of my misdeeds.

I am grateful that Jesus taught and lived the way of love. I am comfortable with the understanding that for some people Jesus is the only way, just as I am comfortable with the understanding that there is a religion that is suitable for all at whatever stage of spiritual life they may be. My perception of Jesus and what he exemplified has freed me – by his example of unconditional love and obedience – to completely open my heart to his father.

I began to take spiritual matters rather seriously. Even though I had been brought up as a Christian I had stopped going to church. But after this experience I began going to church and reading the Bible. And I became interested in Western philosophy.

I have never seen a contradiction in going to my Christian church and following Sathya Sai Baba. In fact, the more I came to know Baba, the better I became as a Christian. I gradually loved Jesus Christ more so than ever before and I understood the Bible more so as a result of my contact with Baba.

Although Baba has immense power and immense influence, he tells people to stay where they are, be a good Christian, be a good Muslim. This is in agreement with his teachings that there is only one religion, the religion of love. He says he has come to water the roots of all religions, not to uproot them, but to freshen them up.

When I finished my job as High Commissioner, Mrs. Kanu and I engaged ourselves in teaching with the Inner London Education Authority. This is what brought about our active contact with Sathya Sai Baba. In 1980 we came to Puttaparthi to attend the first overseas Bal Vikas teachers training course; we were among the first to be trained on Swami’s “Education in Human Values” (EHV) programme. It was an eye-opener after that course. We liked the programme so much that we felt this was the answer for Africa. So we started implementing it in the London schools and gradually our interest in returning back to Africa grew. We saw that this was the programme that could transform, unite and also integrate Africa.

I remember during that interview that my wife was brave enough to ask Baba, “How about funding?” Swami said sell your house; if that is not enough borrow from the banks. We were delighted when he said this to us.

Being brought up as Christians, we remembered the story in the Bible where a rich man went to Jesus and said, “Oh Lord I’ve done this and I’ve done that, what else can I do to enter into the kingdom of God?” And Jesus said, “Sell all that you have and give it to the poor and follow me.” After Jesus said that, the man ran away.

We didn’t want to run away. We were so thrilled that Sathya Sai Baba, whom we believed to be God incarnate, gave us this test and we did exactly what he told us to do.

We were not afraid at all. The country was new to us. But we remembered the stories of other disciples who had gone to distant lands, the Lord was with them and that was all we needed. We knew that Baba was with us throughout.

When he told us to go to Zambia, he did not tell us we would not face difficulties. Difficulties are a part of life and when you are doing God’s work you face even more difficulties and more tests. We enjoyed every bit of them; we knew this was the Lord testing us.

Our school in Zambia is called a “Miracle School”, first because of its location. The school is in a disadvantaged area of Ndola with very poor infrastructure, very poor roads. We could have built it in the middle of the city, but I sent Mrs. Kanu to ask Baba where to build it and he said to go to a poor area and start with a boy’s school. We started the primary school and collected the dropouts as our first students.