Perhaps a bigger one, though.
I’ve been doing all this obsessing over the “right” thing to do – the “right” way to pray, the “right” way to do a puja, the “right things to say – basically the “right” way to honor God.
And really? It’s all details. Last night I went out to eat with some friends and had half of my food boxed up to take home. It wasn’t much – a half a sandwich and a potato spear. I think I had meant to eat it for lunch or something later on, but mostly I was attempting not to waste it. As I was stopped at a light, I noticed a man holding a sign that said, “Hungry. Please Help.” He looked sad and worn, but to be about my age. So I reached into the back and grabbed the food and handed it to him through my open window.
And then I had the thought that we honor God in the most profound way when we honor each other, especially those human beings we’ve never met, the people from whom we stand to gain nothing material. It’s something that transcends a single belief system, because it’s the only thing that’s “right.” You don’t do it because somebody tells you it’s right, you do it because you know, deep down, that it’s the right thing to do.
And that’s pretty cool.