I Prayed

One night while Guru was meditating at our meeting hall in New York, I was sitting in a car just outside the building, waiting for someone. A small group of young boys approached the open windows with a bag of firecrackers, and one boy aimed a mini-rocket toward the windows. I prayed. The fuse was lit. I prayed harder. The stick of the mini-rocket turned in the boy's hands and sputtered out. The boys fled in amazement.

Mukti (Ottawa)