There was a Jewish priest-Rabi Birkitchev. People used to see them with extreme humiliation and devotion. There the temple is called Tsingaga. The Jewish priest went to Saingad every day and stayed in the temple all day long. From the morning people started coming to him for prayer. When some people gathered, then there was a mass prayer in the temple. When the prayer was completed, then the priest gave his message to the people. There was a car driver in the same city. He kept working from morning to evening That's how his livelier moves. Thinking that I have always kept working in my business to maintain my stomach, people go to the temple and pray. Sinners like me are hardly in this world. Thinking of this, his mind was filled with self-realization. Thinking and thinking, his mind and body became so relaxed that he could not even do his work properly. This caused him to hear the voices of others. When the burden of this increased greatly in his mind, he one day went to the Jewish priest and decided to speak his mind. So he approached Rabi Birkitchev and greeted him with a fervor - 'O Holy Father! I have been busy in driving my family from morning to evening, driving from one village to another village. I do not get enough time to think about God. In such a situation, it is very distant to come to the temple and pray. ' The priest saw that there was a sense of fear and helplessness in the car's eyes. Upon hearing the matter, the priest said, 'So what is there to be sad?' The car driver again greeted him saying, 'O my God! I am unhappy about the fact that after death God will give me severe punishment. Swami, I have never been able to come to the temple and I do not even think that I will ever come. ' The driver said with a sad heart, 'Dharmapita!' I have come to ask you if I should quit my profession and start coming to pray in the regular temple. The priest listened carefully to the coachman. He asked the car driver- 'Well, you tell that you drive people from one village to another village from morning to evening in the car. Have there ever been such occasions that you have taken old, disadvantaged and children from one village to another village for free in your car? ' The car driver immediately answered - 'Yes, the goddess! There are many such occasions. Even when I feel that passersby is unable to walk, then I sit in my car. The priest was very excited to hear this from the driver. He said to the driver - 'Then do not leave your profession at all. It is God's true prayer to give relief to the weary of old people, disadvantaged, patients and children. For those who have this feeling of compassion and service, every particle in the earth is like a temple and every breath of their life keeps asking God's prayer. In the temple, those people come, who can not pray for God by their actions. You do not even need to come to the temple. The truth is that you are doing the real prayer. ' After listening to this, the carribean got overwhelmed. A stream of tears flowed from his eyes. She greeted the priest Rabi Birkitchev and returned to work.
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