An unholy holy place

We had a great time with the medical clinic. A lot of lives will be changed because of the work that is being done there. But another part of my day was spent getting to know a group of boys. They were in the age bracket of 18 to 25 and were very welcoming to conversation. I even asked them about the temple we were standing in front of. From what I could gather, I believe a couple of the boys worship there. But none of them were offended by me taking pictures or asking questions as to some of their practices.

At the end of the day I walked back over to the temple. It was not the nicest temple in the region but it was big enough to hold a gathering of people and nice enough for me to want to take pictures. I walked up to the side of it and noticed a majestic lion with jewels running up and down its side. As I was taking pictures of it one of the boys came to me and asked if I would like to go inside. I don’t know if you would be, but I was a little intimidated/frightened/curious as to the reaction I would receive from the people standing near it.  A few of the frail old ladies seemed as if they would croak if they saw a white guy entering their unholy holy place.

Tho my first reaction was to analyze what may happen if I entered, I put my feelings aside and went in anyways. No the earth did not stop moving nor did thunderbolts rain down from heaven. Because the temple is sacred to the people that worship there, I did take off my Keens and gently tip toed my way into the gathering place. Unfortunately the actual room where the god is kept was locked at the time. He told me if it was open then I probably would not have been allowed to do this. But I found many different interesting things inside the temple. The most notable things clued me in that they take their elders and ancestors very seriously. It is also handicap accessible with a rail in the center to help people kneel and stand back up. There were obvious places where they would burn incense. There was also the lion of course that represented a guardian to the unholy holy room. Out in front of the temple was a massive white horse. Tho I could not take a clear picture of the main god that is worshiped there, I did see it and it was quite impressive. The work that these people do to build these structures they call gods will make the best craftsmans in America cringe. The intricate details are simply amazing! Someone had to think up and create these things.

I left in due time as I did not want to upset anyone more than I probably already had. Standing there in front of so many pagan practices reminded me of Psalm 51:14-17. I know in context this verse describes David’s admittance that no amount of sacrifice is worthy enough to erase the wrongdoing he had just committed with Bathsheba. Yet, those words in verse 17 resonate in my mind regularly that we do not serve a God who is impressed with anything we can make. Rather, His delight is found in our hearts. Always. In the good times we delight in Him through a broken heart. In the bad times we delight in Him with a broken heart. The requirement is inward and not outward for our righteousness is as filthy rags. Through His goodness we have life and have it abundantly! I cannot imagine being at the mercy of a man-made god.

Please be in prayer for these people for their poverty is real and their need for the Gospel is real. Please pray that Christians will take a stand by showing and speaking love, not through demolishing all the Hindu temples in India, but through pouring out their heart to show these people that Jesus cares. The biggest displeasure among the Hindu’s that I have met is there lack of peace and ever-present sense of loneliness. They have hope but it is in something that is not real. May we as children of God break down our barriers and reach a lost world for Christ! Bring the Gospel to these people and preach/teach the love of Christ. A sacrificial love that is found in a perfect man on a cross for crimes He did not commit. A man that was raised from the dead and now reigns on high! This is where my hope is. Where is yours?


About carlbasey

I am now in my second semester of seminary at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. I enjoy learning, reading, fishing, baseball, ultimate, and occasionally watching an entire season of a tv show at one time. I believe Jesus Christ saved me when I was 8 yrs young and has called me into vocational ministry. My life verse is Colossians 3:17
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