I read this story on the Lion’s Roar website, and it is so good, I need to share it. You can check out the Lion’s Roar at www.lionsroar.com.
I love this story because it brings back so many memories about my childhood. I am grateful to Ira Sukrungruang for writing this to share.
Playing With Buddha
BY IRA SUKRUNGRUANG | JULY 3, 2015
“The Buddha is with you,” his mother used to say. “Believe in him.” At age seven, Ira Sukrungruang believed that the Buddha was more than a bronze statue. The Buddha was his best friend.
I used to stare at the meditating Buddha in our living room: his straightbacked posture, his wide shoulders and narrow waist, his elegant hands resting humbly in his lap. This statue sat on a shelf seven feet high. Around him were other Buddhas, two yellow candles, and a cup of rice to hold incense sticks. He could rest comfortably in my palm and weighed no more than a couple of pounds. Yet he was heavy in spiritual weight, my father always said.
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