It is because I found this mail has such a simple and wonderful logic / message I could not help but send it to you all.... as for the religious slant...just replace Ganesha with the deity you worship and you will find the message has still has the same import.
Affectionately
thondup / drukta / sherpa
WHY GO TO THE TEMPLE ?
If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this!
If you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it.
If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope!
Why Go To The Temple ?
A 'devotee' goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and
complained that it made no sense to go to the Temple .
'I've gone for 30 years now, he wrote, and in that time
I have heard something like 3,000 mantras.
But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them.
So, I think I'm wasting my time and the Gurus are wasting
theirs by giving services at all.
This started a real controversy in the 'Letters to the Editor'
column, much to the delight of the editor.
It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:
I've been married for 30 years now.
In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals.
But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu
for a single one of those meals. But I do know
this... They all nourished me and gave me
the strength I needed to do my work.
If my wife had not given me these meals,
I would be physically dead today.
Likewise, if I had not gone to the Temple for nourishment,
Iwould be spiritually dead today!
When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something!
Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and
receives the impossible!
Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!
All right, now that you're done reading, send it on!!!
I think everyone should read this!! 'When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say,
'God , could you get that for me?!!'
Om Vighneswaraya Namah !
You gave me strength to carry on,
When my body was so torn.
And lifted me on wings of love,
When my spirit was so worn.
Through all the times when in despair,
When I hung my head in shame.
You came to me when I knelt down,
As I called upon your name.
And when my heart was troubled,
With more heartache than I could bear.
You caught each and every tear I shed,
In a bottle you have up there.
And when I get to heaven,
I'll kneel before your feet.
You'll wipe away all my tears,
For my soul is yours to keep.
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