text: "God accommodates the seeker in whatever guise he/she seeks..."  A new friend of mine shared the following story recently and it has haunted me ever since.  My fine friend was a cradle Catholic in a Mid West city. As a grade schooler he recalls visiting the local museum romping through the galleries with the other little boys and always coming to a screeching halt as he entered a room featuring a massive figure of Buddha. Each time he was awed by that presence. As an altar boy, he suffered the unspeakable trauma of being  molested by a parish priest. Fast forward to his years as a Marine in  Vietnam; trudging painfully down a trail one day carrying rifle & double ordinance over his shoulders, surrounded by death and bombardment, in the depths of fatigue & despair.  (Needless to say, his Catholic background was not a comfort!) Looking up he saw coming toward him Gautama Buddha exuding a love toward him that he had never experienced in his entire life.  He is now a practicing Buddhist.