🙏 When Devotion Becomes Display: A Reflection on Pride and Presence

In every street of India, there is a shrine. Sometimes it’s a banyan tree wrapped in saffron cloth. Sometimes it’s a marble temple with golden domes. And sometimes, it’s a stage—built not for God, but for the devotee.

There was a time when devotion meant surrender. Quiet offerings. Silent prayers. A diya lit not for others to see, but for the soul to glow. But somewhere along the way, devotion became display. The humble bhakta became the celebrated patron. And the god’s place—once sacred—was chosen not by faith, but by pride.

🏛️ The Temple of Ego

In one town, a man built a temple in his own name. Not for the deity, but for his dignity. The idol was grand, the rituals elaborate, the crowd impressive. But the silence of true bhakti was missing. The god, it seemed, had become a guest in the devotee’s palace.

Unreal devotion became pride.

To showcase dignity and presence to society,
God’s place was chosen in the name of the devotee.

This is not a condemnation—it is a caution. When devotion becomes a mirror, it reflects ego. When it remains a window, it reveals grace.

🌿 A Call to Inner Worship

True devotion does not need marble or music. It needs humility. It needs presence—not in society’s eyes, but in the divine gaze. Whether it’s a railway worker lighting a lamp before duty, or a mother whispering a prayer before sleep—these are the temples that matter.

Let us remember:

God does not measure the size of the shrine, but the silence of the heart.
Devotion is not a performance—it is a presence.

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