Death of a Guru

Krishna was able to talk to his mother as none of the rest of us could, and he discovered that she had been disillusioned with her religious rituals for years but was afraid to show it. He gave her the address of a church in a large town far enough away for her to go there unrecognized. The following Sunday Aunt Revati went there alone, though hesitantly.

When she returned late that evening, those of us who had already become Christians were waiting up for her, believing that our prayers had been answered. No one needed to ask what had happened — the expression on her face told it all. She and Ma hugged each other and cried and cried. Then Aunt Revati straightened up, wiped her eyes, and looked at me. The following day I walked resolutely into the prayer room with Krishna. Together we began to carry everything out into the yard: Until Aunt Revati had become a Christian too, I had not felt free to do this.

Now we were all united in the one desire to rid ourselves of every tie with the past and with the powers of darkness that had blinded and enslaved us for so long.

Others joined us, and together we carried out the huge altar. When the prayer room was completely empty, we swept it clean. Going carefully through the house, we searched out every charm, amulet, fetish, religious picture, and artifact, throwing them all on the rubbish heap behind the garden. Uncle Deonarine was informed by his wife, a proud Brahmin who had watched in a state of shock, stunned by what we were doing.

Everyone else was in accord. Altogether, thirteen of us had opened our hearts to Christ and knew that our sins were forgiven — ten in our own household and three other cousins. Joyful in our new freedom from the fear that had once bound us, Krishna and I smashed the idols and religious pictures, including those of Shiva. No one had told us what to do. Our eyes had been opened by the Lord.

We knew that there was no compromise, no possible blending of Hinduism and true Christianity. They were diametrically opposed. One was darkness, the other light. One represented the many roads that all lead to the same destruction; the other was, as Jesus had said, the narrow road to eternal life. When everything had been piled on the rubbish heap, we set it on fire and watched the flames consume our past.

The tiny figures we had once feared as gods were soon turning to ashes. The evil powers could terrorize us no longer. We rejoiced with one another and offered thanks to the Son of God who had died in order to set us free. What an unforgettable day! I thought of the intervening years and of my resolve to be just like my father. It seemed unbelievable that I should be participating with great joy in the utter destruction of that which represented all I had once believed in so fanatically.

Indeed, all that I had lived for was going up in flames — and I praised God! In a sense this was my cremation ceremony — the end of the person I had once been …. The old Rabi Maharaj had died in Christ. And out of that grave a new Rabi had risen in whom Christ was now living. How wonderfully different from reincarnation was resurrection! The slate was wiped clean, and I eagerly looked forward to the new life I had begun in Jesus, my Lord. What a transformation had taken place in our family! Instead of quarrelling and bitterness, we now had harmony and joy. The difference Christ had made was so great that it caused daily astonishment to each of us.

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The hatred that had burned for years between me and my aunt seemed like a nightmare from which we had both awakened. The religion we had once practiced so zealously had actually increased the antagonism between us — in the midst of a family puja Aunt Revati had once even thrown a brass lota filled with holy water at me. But Christ had changed us both. Now we loved one another very much. She was like a mother to me once again, but in a new way, and her son, Krishna, whom I had also hated, was closer to me than a brother. Indeed, we were brothers in Christ. The past was gone, consumed as surely as the idols that had been burned to ashes on the rubbish heap.

As Hindus we had no concept of forgiveness, because there is no forgiveness in karma, and therefore we could not forgive one another. But because God had forgiven us through Christ, we could now also forgive each other. We learned that Christ had taught that those who would not forgive others from their hearts would not be forgiven by the Father.

But he had put that spirit of forgiving love in our hearts, and I could never again hold a grudge against anyone. Miracle of miracles, I began actually to take delight in helping around the house! We teenagers all pitched in and pulled weeds, watered plants, cultivated flower beds, and raked leaves. Under the wondering gaze of the neighbors the yard took on a new look. No one could miss this transformation! There was another change that was not visible from the outside, but which meant even more to us.

The peculiarly disagreeable odor that had often accompanied these phenomena and that we had never been able to trace had disappeared, never to return. And no longer were objects suddenly moved by some invisible force off the sink or a table or out of a cupboard to crash to the floor. They were the real power behind the idols and every philosophy that denied the true God his rightful place as Creator and Lord. I now understood that these were the beings I had met in Yogic trance and deep meditation, masquerading as Shiva or some other Hindu deity.

Reading the New Testament, the pieces of the puzzle — who I was, why I existed, and the destiny that God had planned for me — began to fall into place, and an orderly answer to so many questions took shape. On my knees I would ask God to reveal the meaning of Scripture; then I would reach each verse slowly, digesting it and trusting the Holy Spirit to give me understanding. In this careful way I read through the New Testament again and again.

I saw that God, the Creator, had a purpose for all men.

He was the God of history and he was still working in the lives of men and the affairs of nations. The Bible also revealed what God was yet to do in bringing history to its climax — and I began to see current events, especially the fulfillment of prophecy unfolding in the Middle East, in a new light. Ma read the Bible with a simple, childlike faith. If this Holy Book inspired by God made a promise to her, Ma believed it and acted upon it. It was that simple. I would like to walk again. She was sure he would heal her. Gradually the miracle took place. Daily we saw an improvement.

She grew stronger, began to stand a little, then to take hesitant steps holding onto furniture. Within a few weeks she was moving around in the kitchen, helping to prepare the meals, and soon after that she could climb up and down the stairs outside and walk around in the yard to get a closer look at the birds and flowers she had always admired from her window. Before her healing, Ma could not kneel at all.

But kneecaps that seemed to have dissolved over the years were miraculously restored, and now she began to spend at least five hours a day on her knees in prayer. She seemed to have a special ministry of intercession, praying for the rest of the family, for our neighbors, and for relatives, that they might know Christ and have fellowship with the living God. Although she was over 70 years of age, Ma would rise at about 6 A.

When at last she emerged from her room, there was a glow on her face and everyone knew that she had been with Jesus. Rumors spread swiftly through our town and beyond. At first few could believe that we had really become Christians. It was far easier to imagine that we had all gone mad. Visitors came in a steady stream to check out the rumors for themselves. Others seemed too stunned to say much, after hearing the story from our own lips, and left in a state of shock. But surprise and shock soon turned to active hatred and opposition. Those who had once bowed before me and addressed me reverently now sneered when they saw me and shouted nasty names.

They were outraged that we had destroyed our idols. We tried, in a kind way, to explain the impotence of these false gods to help us, and to tell them of the true God who had come as a man to die for our sins. At first neighbors and relatives steadfastly refused to accept the forgiveness God offers through Christ.

I understood exactly how they felt. Nothing could persuade them until truth meant more to them than tradition. The following Sunday I set out joyfully on the short walk to this tiny fellowship that met under a house that was raised on stilts just high enough to provide a low-ceilinged shelter from the blazing sun and sudden rainsqualls. The little church that met under the house was made up of a mere handful of Christians: But what a warm welcome they gave us! How strange it seemed, and yet how wonderful, to throw my arms around those whom I had once despised and even hated.

Now I loved them with the love of Christ my Lord and embraced them as brothers and sisters. I had been delivered from the caste distinctions that lie at the very heart of the religion I had so zealously practiced and that cannot be eradicated from the Hindu mind. The higher states of consciousness sought in meditation are subtle extensions of the caste system.

Once it had seemed so divine, but now I saw caste as a great evil that erected cruel barriers between human beings, giving to some people a mythical superiority while condemning others to be despised and isolated. As soon as I arrived he lost no time in beginning to reason with me very earnestly. You know full well the life your father lived.

He set the very highest Hindu standard. In his mind I was still a Hindu. I nodded solemnly, appreciating this concern for me. Did he remember how upset I had been to learn that he ate meat? Since becoming a Christian I had found my new diet, which now included eggs and a small amount of meat, beneficial. I had been very sickly before, suffering from a lack of protein. For my uncle, however, to eat meat was to deny one of the most important tenets of his religion — that unity of all things that gives sacredness even to the lowest forms of life.

To eat an animal was like eating a human. Everyone knows how faithfully you have observed our dietary laws. I spoke softly and respectfully, wishing so much not to offend him. I loved him very much. Reverently Uncle Ramchand took the Bhagavad-Gita down from its high shelf and unwrapped it carefully from its saffron cloth. He read the words slowly, watching my reaction closely.

That is for people who were born Christians — but you were born a Hindu. He did not come to destroy sinners — like Krishna said of himself — but to save them. And no one else could, Jesus is not just one of many gods. He is the only true God, and he came to this earth as a man, not just to show us how to live but to die for our sins.

Krishna never did that. And Jesus was resurrected, which never happened to Krishna or Rama or Shiva — in fact, they never existed.

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My aunt was listening sadly, barely able to restrain herself from crying. Uncle Ramchand looked so disappointed. He was a very sincere and kind man. I respected him very much. But there was no way to get him to consider the evidence and to look at Hinduism logically or to admit its inconsistencies. His great concern was that I must not violate a tradition that I had been born into. He would not care if I added Jesus to my list of gods, or even if I were an atheist who believed in no gods — just so long as I still called myself a Hindu.

But to me it was a matter of truth, not tradition. After about an hour it became clear that further discussion was useless. By mutual consent I returned home that same day. Gosine could not accept the fact that I had become a Christian. Like Ramchand, he also believed that Jesus was just one more god among millions, another way that would eventually lead to Brahman. Jesus had told the Jews to believe in him: But it was no use. Gosine was not going to change his beliefs, no matter what evidence I presented.

We could no longer communicate, and it saddened me very much. Of course it was inevitable that our dear friend Pundit Jankhi Prasad Sharma Maharaj should drop in to check out the rumors and to try to persuade us to give up this madness called Christianity. Glancing around as soon as he entered, Baba noticed sadly that the pantheon of Hindu deities which had hung for years in numerous pictures on our walls was missing.

He eased himself into the chair we offered, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. He turned to me, such sorrow in his eyes. Who has offended you? I know that sometimes the pundits are not all honest. Tell me what is the matter? He loves you, too, and died for your sins. How puzzled he looked, as though forgiveness was a concept that he found impossible to understand, as it had been for me.

He seemed embarrassed, not knowing what to say. Kumar had recently come home from England unannounced, surprising us most of all when he told us he had become a Christian. There was nothing the Hindu gods could do for me. Karma could only drop me lower in my next reincarnation. I had hoped to make a fresh start in London. Imagine my fears when a former drinking companion from Trinidad visited me there. The moment I saw him, however, I could see that he was a different person. He told me he had become a Christian.

That sounded too good to be true. And besides, I wanted nothing to do with his religion. But he explained to me that there are many people who call themselves Christians because they belong to a church, but they have never met Christ and are not really his followers. We were going from group to group listening when we came to a young man talking about Christ. Something told me that he was speaking the truth. I fell to my knees in my bedroom and asked Christ to forgive my sins and to come into my heart as my Lord and Savior.

I tell you gladly, Baba, that Jesus has given me complete peace and made me a new man. You remember how Ma used to complain to you about my drinking and how I squandered thousands of dollars on whisky? Incredulous, Baba stared in wide-eyed wonder at his changed friend. I was in the prayer room doing my puja when a voice suddenly told me that all the gods I worshiped were false. I knew that was Jesus talking to me. A few days later I surrendered my life to him and he has made me into a new person. The past is gone, my sins are forgiven, and I know that I will be in heaven forever!

Listen to what Jesus said: This salvation is for all castes and for the people of every nation. It is also for you. Baba still seemed too stunned to speak. He looked from one to the other of us, knowing that he had lost his truest disciples. He stood up very slowly, an expression of bitter disappointment on his face. He was very polite, very kind, wanting to remain our friend, but we could see that he was trying to suppress an overwhelming emotion.

There was a great sadness in our hearts as we said goodbye to him. I never saw Baba again. The very people who had bragged about how broadminded Hindus were and who had claimed that Hinduism accepts all religions were the most bitter in denouncing us for becoming the followers of Christ. Many Hindus recite Sanskrit mantras all their lived without knowing what they mean. Our crime was that we had forsaken the religion of our forefathers — and that made any discussion about truth meaningless. Oddly enough, many Muslims were just as resentful, even though it was not their religion we had left. One Muslim friend yelled at me angrily: It was hard, at first, to understand the anger and hatred that the name of Jesus stirred against us in the hearts of those who had formerly been our close friends.

Later we read in the Gospels that Jesus had said that his followers would be hated by all men for his sake. Still, it was difficult to understand why anyone would hate Jesus, much less crucify him. He had done nothing but good. But he claimed to be the only way to God, and we soon learned that this angered people because it meant they would have to give up their religious rituals and sacrifices and accept his death alone for their sins. This hatred for Jesus was turned against us, his disciples.

Krishna and Shanti were already there. A large American car was parked out on the road near our house. There was a loudspeaker on top and a man sitting in the back seat behind his chauffeur talking into a microphone. We recognized him — one of the richest men in Trinidad, a Brahmin and a Hindu leader. You have given up the greatest dharma in the world — the Sanatan dharma! You will have to pay for this! Then with a roar the car drove off toward the north. It finally became too much for Uncle Deonarine and his wife. She had never really gotten along well with most of the other members of the family even before the great change.

And now that we had all become Christians, she and Deonarine found living under the same roof with us intolerable, so they moved out. Taking the bus that distance to school every day was impractical. The location was convenient, but the quarters were very crowded. There were two small bedrooms and ten of us in the house. The oldest son, who also attended high school, slept with me on the floor of the living room.

It was very depressing to be surrounded by idols and pictures of Hindu deities again. These old friends had not yet heard that I had become a Christian. But when day after day I failed to attend the family puja, I had to explain. The family stared at me with unbelieving eyes. The father began to laugh, thinking I was joking. They worked very hard to win me back. But attitudes changed when it became clear that I was serious about my choice. They would denounce me for being unfaithful to the religion of my ancestors, yet they were selling beef curry in their shop in front of the house — a clear violation of Hinduism.

The father came home from work drunk nearly every evening. Now his curses, abusing the name of Jesus, were directed against me, and I was allowed no response. Worse than human hostility was the increasing oppression I felt from demons, who were not inclined at all to kindness. I was surrounded by frightful-looking idols in that house. I knew the real power behind these leering masks and wondered whether I should have agreed to stay in such a home.

There had seemed no alternative at the time. Life had become very difficult again at school also. Having at last earned the respect of my classmates as a Hindu leader, now I was the butt of Jesus jokes. Even the boys I had thought were Christians were now attacking me. I love you and have your peace in my heart, but this is almost more than I can bear at school and here in this house. Is this always going to be my lot? At about 2 A. I felt someone shaking me. Opening my eyes in surprise, I saw someone clothed in a bright white light standing beside me.

Wide awake now, I sat straight up and looked at him. He held out his hand toward me and said softly: My peace I give to you! I sat there for a long time making sure that I was really awake. There was no doubt about it. That experience gave me new courage. I had a new assurance that Christ was with me, leading and guiding and caring for me. Of course I had believed this before and had been trusting him, but now I had a deeper confidence that the most difficult circumstances could not shake. That assurance has never left me and never will. Avatar — In its broadest sense, the incarnation of any god into any living form.

Every species presumably has its own avatars. In the narrower sense, however, an avatar is a reincarnation of Vishnu. Some Hindus hold that Vishnu has been reincarnated innumerable times, while others teach that he has come as an avatar only nine times; as a fish, a tortoise, a man-lion, a boar, and a child-dwarf, and as Rama, Krishna, Buddha, and Christ.

The exact role that the avatar plays in bringing salvation to man is not clear, but the avatar is generally considered to function as a guru in each reincarnation. Many orthodox Hindus believe that Kalki, the next avatar after Christ, is due to appear on earth in about , years. However, there are hundreds of gurus today who are considered by their followers to be avatars. Bhagavad-Gita — The most popular of the Hindu scriptures, part of the Mahabharata, and the most widely read of any Hindu holy book in the East or West.

Bliss — The state of being achieved when the illusion of existence apart from Brahman, who is pure existence-knowledge-bliss, has been dispelled through meditation and enlightenment, and all desires have ceased. Brahma — Not to be confused with Brahman, who is all gods in One. Brahma, the Creator, is the first god in the Hindu tri murti. The others are Vishnu, the Preserver, and Shiva, the Destroyer.

Since this was a time during which sexual abstinence was obligatory, the word also came to be applied to older religious Hindus still living under this vow of celibacy. Brahman — The ultimate reality: Brahman is all and all is Brahman. However, Brahman is not just another name for the God of the Bible but a concept foreign and opposed to the Judeo-Christian God. Brahman is everything and yet nothing; it comprises both good and evil, life and death, health and disease, and even the unreality of maya.

Brahmin — The highest Hindu caste and closest human form to Brahman through thousands of reincarnations, and therefore the intermediary between Brahman and the other castes. One must be a Brahmin to be a priest. This gives the Brahmins great power over the other castes; however, Brahmins are required to live a much more religious life than non-Brahmins, and any misdeed carries a heavier penalty for them than for lower castes. In Sanskrit the word for caste is varna, which means color. Caste — A doctrine supported by Krishna in the Gita and probably devised by the Aryan invaders of India in order to keep the dark-skinned Dravidians they conquered in quiet subjection.

It was taught that the four castes — Brahmin, Kshatriya, Vaisya, and Sudra — originally came from four parts of the body of Brahma, the Brahmins from the head and the others form progressively lower parts. The doctrines of karma and reincarnation followed naturally, teaching that those of lower castes by accepting their lot in life uncomplainingly could improve their karma and thus hope for a higher reincarnation the next time around. Guru — Literally a teacher, but in the sense of being a manifestation of Brahman.

Technically the Hindu scriptures cannot be learned just by reading them but must be taught by a guru who himself has learned at the feet of a guru. Every Hindu must follow a guru in order to reach Self-realization. It is through the gurus that the ancient wisdom of the sages passes down to succeeding generations. Many students of the Bible find a striking connection between this concept of spiritual enlightenment through knowledge and the Tree of Knowledge that brought about the fall of man in the Garden of Eden.

Different schools of Eastern mysticism define them in different ways. Hinduism — The major religion of India, which encompasses so many diverse and contradictory beliefs that it is impossible to define. One could be a pantheist, polytheist, monotheist, agnostic, or even an atheist; a moralist or amoral; a dualist, pluralist, or monist; regular in attendance at temples and in devotion to various gods, or not attend to religious duties at all — and still be called a Hindu.

Hinduism claims to embrace and accept all religious beliefs, but any religion so included becomes part of Hinduism. Karma — For the Hindu the law of cause and effect which determines destiny or fate. The doctrine teaches that for every moral or spiritual thought, word, or deed, karma produces an inevitable effect. Presumably this could not be carried out in one life; thus karma necessitates reincarnation. There is no forgiveness in karma. Each person must suffer for his own deeds.

Krishna — The most popular and beloved Hindu god and the subject of countless legends, many of them erotic.

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They hope to achieve happiness and salvation through chanting over and over the mantra: He spent some time ministering with Billy Graham. Rabi wanted to return to the East to preach Christ, but Francis Schaefer convinced him to stay in the West and preach to those in bondage to hallucinogenic drugs. I enjoy reading the testimonies of those who have converted to Christianity from a different religion.

I am always amazed at the devotion that they practice. It seems that they truly understand and appreciate the freedom from the bondage of religion. In contrast to many, who are second and third generation Christians. Sep 14, Arup Mittra rated it it was ok.

The book is good to read if you keep your mind open, don't be biased. What I think that the author was not exposed to the correct or appropriate teachings of Hindu religion and he had based his story on whatever little knowledge he able to gather at his young age. Before commenting on something, the author must do research about the matter, because whatever he says will be taken as truth by his reader. The life of the author is the will of the creator of this world, it doesn't matter by what nam The book is good to read if you keep your mind open, don't be biased.

The life of the author is the will of the creator of this world, it doesn't matter by what name you call him, finally it is the benefit of the humankind and this world which is the ultimate aim of the creator. Feb 26, Markus rated it really liked it. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. This is a great book which shows the flaws of Hinduism and why it cannot be the real religion.

The author was raised in an amazing and a very respected hinduist family. He talks about what hinduists believe and explains it well and later compares it to Christianity. Many things in hinduism are real, but are actually controlled by demons. For example, in one scene the author was angry and was able to lift an extremely heavy thing to hit someone, but stopped.

I think this book should be very very u This is a great book which shows the flaws of Hinduism and why it cannot be the real religion. I think this book should be very very useful to people who believe in hinduism and are not sure about Christianity. Aug 04, Phil Princey rated it it was amazing. I remember reading this book as a teenager. I couldn't put the book down. I found it fascinating. A unique classic biography about a man who achieved the highest possible state of meditation and nearly lost himself in that place.

His encounter of the real celestial experience of meeting Jesus turned his life around to clear up what he really needed and had been searching for through his religion of meditation. Wow, what a story! A Hindu that live as an avatar for a time immovable, basically like an idol statue tended to by others thinking he is god, suddenly discovers he is totally wrong. A truly remarkable story of anguish that you experience when your worldview begins to crumble, but also hope when a more balanced and comforting truth reaches the mind.

A very powerful book. I'm not that familiar with Hinduism so it is interesting to hear about it from some on who was. This book is a testimony about a young Brahman who turns from his Hindu faith to a faith in Christ. The book is both encouraging and challenging especially for those who don't really know Jesus personally - whether those inside or outside the Church.

Dec 28, Peter Nathanael rated it really liked it. One of the finest books I've read. It takes you on a spiritual journey which won't end with the book for sure. Oct 08, Aaron Richy rated it it was amazing. An exciting and inspiring retelling of the change that God brings in the lives of those who choose to follow Him. Aug 13, Cristina Accolla rated it really liked it. Jan 18, Tim Baumgartner rated it it was amazing Shelves: This was a remarkable story about a Hindu [named Rabi] growing up in Trinidad to follow in his father's footsteps as a guru.

His father meditated Rabi's entire life and caused people to travel far and wide to come and worship him. Suddenly, his father died and Rabi's devotion to Hinduism was strengthened. This book goes into specific details of how a Hindu worships and is worshiped--basically how a person and his family lives out their religion. Throughout the book, certain words are italicized, This was a remarkable story about a Hindu [named Rabi] growing up in Trinidad to follow in his father's footsteps as a guru. Throughout the book, certain words are italicized, which points the reader to explore the glossary in the back with clear definitions.

As the book unfolds, certain events take place that cause him to doubt his religion even though people still come and worship him and give him money. Eventually, he comes to know and follow Jesus. The book does a great job of explaining some of the struggle e. Through his personal relationship with God our Father through the Lord Jesus Christ, the book explains how Rabi listened to the Holy Spirit to travel to England and attend medical school for 3 years, only to drop out, pack up everything he owned and move to Germany to assist with the Billy Graham meetings even though he knew no one.

As the story unfolds, more details emerge as to how God used him to specifically help drug addicts and hippies across Europe, Asia, and the Western world. You will definitely be impacted by this book! View all 4 comments. Apr 22, Ashton rated it really liked it. It seems that somehow after reading this book I never made it back to writing a review of it. This was a book that I read in college and found really interesting so I wanted to give myself a chance to try it again. I was pleased to find that I was still quite interested in this book.

The writing is interesting and takes the reader right into the action. At some points, I felt it would be better if I had I working knowledge of their religion and culture and the author can sometimes take for grant It seems that somehow after reading this book I never made it back to writing a review of it. At some points, I felt it would be better if I had I working knowledge of their religion and culture and the author can sometimes take for granted that everyone knows what he is talking about but he does try to explain some of the terms and ideas to the average reader.

I think it's an interesting look at how someone can be converted to Christianity and the beliefs that brought them there. I would recommend this to anyone is just feeling out Christianity or just interested in how someone from a completely different religion and culture come to believe it. I really enjoyed this book because it takes you out of the monotony of every day and plants the reader in a world vastly different to many western readers. May 15, Leabelle rated it really liked it. The author's father is a Hindu avatar, which from a Western medical perspective probably mean't he had meditated himself into a state of catatonia.

He requires his family to attend to his every need. The family, however, benefit materially by having an ascended master in the house. The author enters an ashram as a boy, following in his father's footsteps.

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He becomes adept at meditation but begins to notice that his teachers have some very obvious moral flaws. Eventually he converts to Christiani The author's father is a Hindu avatar, which from a Western medical perspective probably mean't he had meditated himself into a state of catatonia. Eventually he converts to Christianity, much to the anger of some of his family, particularly his mother. An extremely interesting story. Doch der bekehrte sich zum Christentum, woraufhin seine Umwelt ziemlich schockiert reagierte. Mar 02, Yibbie rated it it was amazing Shelves: A wonderful testimony to the strength of the Lord's grace to reach the most bound in superstition, and bring them to salvation.

Rabi finds no joy and no peace in the religion of his fathers. He longs to know a god who cares about him, but in the endless cycle of reincarnation all he finds is eternal hopeless trying. For a while power fills his heart, then he sees in anthers life what he desperately wants.

After facing down his pride he comes to know the God who cares for each one of us. It is A wonderful testimony to the strength of the Lord's grace to reach the most bound in superstition, and bring them to salvation. It is an easy read and very engrossing. Nov 15, Giju Abraham rated it it was amazing. An amazing story of how Rabi Maharaj came to believe in Jesus and how his life changed. From close to being a guru like his father he became a follower of Christ who has led people all over the world to the truth.

The book is written in an interesting way and Rabi Maharaj presents very clearly why and how he came to the faith. The work that he has done after coming to the faith is truly an inspiration to all. I would whole-heartedly recommend this book. Nov 11, Heather rated it it was ok Recommended to Heather by: An interesting and informational story of the author's personal transition from Hinduism to Christianity. It offers a unique perspective of culture and religion and includes engrossing details about people, practices, and experiences in both faiths, but the book forces the idea that the god he currently serves can explain and solve anything, limiting the narration offered.

Don't stop seeking just because you found a new religion to quell your appetite. I could not find a personal website, however, on You Tube and elsewhere you can find videos of his testimony and speaking engagements not many. The Death of a Guru is a personal biography about Rabi and his conversion experience from Hinduism to Christianity. He was born into a family of devout Hindus, a very prominent family.

Death of a Guru

The family would have to feed and bathe him. No one minded because they believed that he was a god. He never heard I love you, I am proud of you, there was never any show of affection or development of a father and son relationship. This reality hurt Rabi, but he knew that his father was a holy man, a god. It was believed that his father was an avatar incarnated deity ; people from all around would come to worship him.

As a result, it was also believed that Rabi would follow in his fathers footsteps to become a great Hindu Yogi. At the funeral Rabi lit the fire that would consume the body of his father. From an early age Rabi received worship and respect. Many people came to his home to give him offerings and worship him. Everyone knew who he was and they would bow to him as he walked throughout the rural area. He grew to love the worship, and he considered himself a god. He was enamored with himself and became quite upset when he was not revered.

He had a terrible temper, and in particular directed his anger and hatred towards his aunt. As a teenager, on two different occasions, Rabi experienced great danger, potentially life threatening. He believed that the gods were trying to harm him, and he could not understand why. Meanwhile other Hindus were compromising on Hindu teaching and lacked the devotion that he displayed. When he faced danger he remembered what his mother told him. If you ever need help and the gods are not answering, there is another, ask Jesus for help. Almost miraculously he was spared imminent death.

He could not understand why Jesus helped him.