HIS MAIN JOB

 
So when beloved Baba used to tell us that he was God, I used to think, "Yes, Baba, you are God all right — the One God and all the Gods — but what good is that to me?" In fact, I used to get so fed-up with him being God that I wished he wasn't. Or I wished he was a sort of an Old Testament God to whom I could slaughter some fat lambs or a spotless young bull in return for some added acreage.

I got so tired of his being so much God that I wrote a song about it and sang it to him. It goes something like, "If only you were a bit less God, a bit more Man, I wouldn't feel so much like someone upside down in a garbage can."

But Baba wasn't going to become more Man just for my sake, so I had to settle for him as the divine Beloved — one whom I could serve sometimes, instead of thinking about myself all the time. After all, although he is God, and sometimes is a Man, being one's own and the world's Beloved is his main job. Others can become as much God or as much Man as he, but only Baba is more beloved than any other beloved. And is infinitely worth serving.