As I waited for afternoon tea, Gore-wali asked me to offer it to Maharaj first in the langar kitchen, as is usually done by someone else. I bowed, put the tea in the puja place, and asked Maharaj to please accept the tea. To my great surprise, He immediately drained the glass. In some spiritual sense, I could feel the glass being rapidly emptied of tea. Startled, I then prayed quickly to him that the tea he had just taken would make him healthy and us, too. As I carried the covered glass back to the big pot, it still seemed empty, but when the time came to pour it in and mix it with the rest, tea was there. So many mysterious things happen here, because He is invisibly present everywhere.