Indian Jones and the temple of bloom Thanks to a power cut, it was dark. But God showed the way. No. I am not that pious that I would be privileged so. It was just that the temple was lit up. There were no solar panels that I could discern. No generator that would give a heart throb (pun intended). No sign of nuclear hazard warning of a zipped version of a nuclear power plant. Only a languidly hanging cables from here to eternity. Maybe God was glowing with his divine apps as the shivlings did in Temple of Doom. But having met quite a few of these shivlings, never found one divinely powerful for Harrison Ford to tie a lasso. Maybe God too needed light to discover his devotees in a dark faithless world. Or maybe I should use the word invent. The lonely temple shone in the dark night.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 15:42:35 +0000