One day on book distribution in Randburg, Johannesburg, I was hounded by a group of four born-again Christians. They kept shouting at me, “In the name of Jesus Christ, get out!…in the name of Jesus Christ, get out!” They assumed I was a possessed Hare Krishna.
Nearby, a lady in a wheelchair was collecting for an epilepsy charity. She began to have seizures. Those born-again Christians began to shout to passers-by that the reason the lady was having seizures was the presence of me, a demon-possessed evil entity. It was a dramatic scene.
They turned to me with more vigour. “In the name of Jesus Christ, get out!” They asked me if I was speaking in tongues and all sorts of things. The situation was ridiculous. In order to try to resume book distribution, I said to them, “In the name of Jesus Christ, go away!”
“Go away!” “Get out!” “Go away!” “Get out!” Can you imagine the scene? Eventually, they said to me, “In the name of Jesus Christ, you will never, ever step foot here again” They laughed together as if something God-empowering had been done. Since then, I went back there to distribute more books. I think God must be on my side.
Ys Kesava Krsna Dasa.