A Prayer a Day for East Asian Peoples

I saw a group of people singing on a rooftop in my village. I was sure they were singing Christian songs. Being a Tibetan Buddhist nun, I had never met a Christian. Surely, they knew something about the stranger that kept visiting my master. I invited them to our temple, where my master told them of the visitor in white who called himself Jesus. They talked about Jesus like they knew him personally. They even told us that we could know him, too. They spoke with energy and joy, and when my master asked questions, they happily answered. They had a delightful and lively two-way conversation. I will not soon forget them or this Jesus they told us about. I hope he visits my master again as she meditates. I hope he visits me.

Pray these nuns will come to know Jesus personally.