- Baba is all around everyone. If Baba is walking, and you want to see Baba, and are crowded, do not fuss. For you know you will get to see Baba. Baba helps everyone. He helps blind, blessed people and sick people. Baba is very fair and helps everyone. He also loves everyone too. Of course, you still know Baba is beautiful. We see many films. Sometimes in the films we see our own selves. I hope we get to see Baba again. We are so blessed we have Baba.
Be brave in Baba's heart. Do not worry. Baba's around you every day. Remember now, be brave and happy every day.
- “We were keeping a neighbor's kitty at the time while they vacationed. Sara, 3½, was giving it a great amount of attention and we pointed out that her tail was flicking and that meant she was unhappy. Sara immediately ran and got Baba's picture and showed it to the kitty saying, 'Baba says, “Be happy,” kitty!' Sara's reaction to the film taken this summer (at the Sahavas) was worth noting too . . . every time Baba was on the screen she'd wave and say, 'O Hi, Baba, 0 Baba, Hi honey!' . . . Martha, 6, is much more inhibited in what she says, but only last night she called upstairs in the middle of the night to say she'd had a bad dream, but it was OK because she was going to think of Baba . . . Baba figures in their play, too, in their guessing games:
Marty: 'Does he talk with his fingers?'
Sara : 'Yes, and he says, Don't worry too —
Marty : ‘Is it Baba?'
Sara: 'Yes, real Baba!'
"The 'real' Baba is distinguished from her stuffed toy whom she named 'Baba,’ long before she met Him at Myrtle Beach"
- "Some years ago, I found myself faced with a problem that caused considerable mental uneasiness . . . I decided to go to a movie and so divert my mind. I happened to sit directly behind a young couple and their daughter, about three years old, and could not help being aware of them because the child did not sit in her seat but kept fidgeting for a long time. I finally became absorbed in the picture but was suddenly startled out of it when the youngster, for no apparent reason, sat back in her chair, put her feet up on the seat and stood up, reached over to where my hand with the Baba ring was resting on my knee, grabbed the finger and kissed the photo of Baba and returned my hand to its former position, then calmly sat down again . . . all in one easy motion in the darkness of the theatre and without ever looking around to see I wore a ring. Lost in the wonder of His ways, even the worry got lost."