Buddhist Temple

Several years ago, I went home to visit my parents. My dad met me in the driveway and told me to get in his car, that he wanted to show me something. My parents purchased their house back in the late 1950s. Dad drove around the block and cut over one more block and there just past the trees sat this huge Buddhist temple. I was like, "Where did this come from"? It had not been there the last time I was home just short weeks before that and had literally been built almost overnight. I title my blog "In the Shadow of the Cross" because the cross of Christ has great meaning in my life. I learned this from my parents while growing up. My dad held a master's degree in Sacred Theology, he and my mom were both devout Christians, very active in their local church, and had even helped start up several churches in two countries over the years. The fact that this temple could be built just two short blocks from their house, without them even knowing it until it was completed, was about more than my dad could handle. He wanted me to pray about the situation in the neighborhood and pray that God would show us the purpose for this temple being set right in their neighborhood. I am not sure I will ever figure that one out. Dad is gone to heaven now. A couple days ago, I was driving my mom around in circles (almost literally) waiting for some pain medications to wear off and we came across the temple. Of course I had to take some pictures of it, you know how I am. As I walked around it I noticed it now appears empty. I didn't see anyone moving around, the drives had been barricaded off, and there were phone trucks in the yard. The only signs of life were the mown grass and the huge pear hanging from a tree in the side yard.

The workmanship on the building was really beautiful. Hopefully you will be able to see that in these photos. It just shows though - the Buddhists may be gone from the neighborhood, but God isn't. He's still there.