A Muslim advocate had come for Shri Nathji’s darshan in Lucknow.
He said to Shri Nathji: You are the person I had been searching for.
And Shri Nathji immediately replied: Then you must have been the person I was waiting for!
The advocate said: I had come to the Chief Court at Lucknow for an important case, but upon meeting you I came to the conclusion that you had decided the case of my life!
The advocate sought a moment alone, and was given an appointment for the next day. But Shri Nathji became ill the very next day. While in bed, Shri Nathji wished that the advocate would not come that day. He, however, issued instructions to his attendants that all visitors were to be sent away except the advocate, and if the latter came, he was to be shown into his room.
The advocate, however, did not come that day. Shri Nathji recovered the next morning, and the advocate arrived without an appointment.
Sir, I have come to apologise for not coming yesterday, he said to Shri Nathji, it was one of the strangest experiences of my life. Every time I would step out of my house to come to you, my mind would go suddenly blank! I could neither think nor remember why I stepped out. I would go back inside the house, and the appointment would come to my mind–but the moment I stepped out, my mind would become a blank again! It was as if some unseen power was preventing me from coming to you! Please forgive me for not coming!
It was not your fault,” Shri Nathji said to the advocate, it was I who didn’t want you to come.
He became an ardent devotee of Shri Nathji. When, once, Shri Nathji gave out oranges as prasaad, a friend of he advocate said to him: You have a bad cough. Oranges will only aggravate it!
The advocate admonished him:
Is this how far your faith has developed? This is sacred food being given by sacred hands– tabarruk. If I eat it, my cough will go away altogether; and even if it doesn’t, the prasaad will bring comfort to my heart!