GOD WAS SHORTER THAN I thought he’d be. Even though it was quite a warm day for the end of March, he was bundled up as if he were on a visit to the North Pole. Over his orange silks he wore a bulky, bright red down jacket. His head was covered by a knitted, orange- woolen ski hat, and around his neck was a matching scarf. He was followed out of the limo by the siblings, Suresh and Anjali. The chant reached a crescendo. Baba Rudrananda entered the building, flanked by his two young Indian disciples. With a wave...