Since I began traveling out of North America in the last year and a half I’ve started to notice something profound: long hair, a beard, and sandals just screams “I am spiritual!” It’s hilarious to me because, as most of you know, I’ve never been very spiritual; I would categorize myself many ways but “spiritual” just isn’t one of them! My first experience with this was in southern India when kids on the street would walk up to me, tap me, point to my hair, and say “Sai Baba!” It wasn’t until I returned to the States when I realized what the heck they meant.
Sai Baba

Jesus of Nazareth

On the topic of spirituality, here’s a little story about hanging out in India. Randi and I were standing in a train station near Agra minding our own business when a Hindu pilgrim walked up and asked me a question in Hindi. He looked very dedicated… barefoot, black robe, a walking stick, and a jar for donations. Some young kids translated that he wanted to know if I believed in god. Without thinking I responded, “Oh… nope!” and the pilgrim looked bewildered. I pictured the man whacking me with his stick, and then I remembered Sai Baba’s teaching that all religions are ok. I quickly said, “Sai Baba” and then the pilgrim looked pleased, pressed his hands, bowed slightly, and walked away.
Saved by Sai Baba!
Well if you’re Abraham then I guess we’re meant to be. They had a son Ishmael… weird how religion enters your life no matter how atheist you are.
What a great story! Looking forward to more, Sai Baba! :)