My God converses with me….

 The best side effect of Corona, in my view, was that our God came home; the humans got locked inside the homes and the God got unlocked from the places of worships, the temples.

One thing which always irritated me no end was the religious beliefs and the traditions passed down through generations in every family and being followed blindly. I never understood why I should require a mediator (a religious priest) to converse with my God that too in a language alien to me. Why should a priest be required as a translator to convey my prayers/ wishes to God in a language which I do not understand? Why can’t I converse with my God in the language I speak? Why cannot I speak with HIM whenever, wherever I want to, why is a day fixed and an appointment needed? If I am HIS child, then where is the space for someone else between me and HIM? My God should understand the language I speak otherwise HE is not mine.

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