Little Feet
She sat on her legs with her small bare feet poking out behind her. In her hands she held a cup with sticks of incense; she shook it between moments of meditation. Her mother sat beside her on the maroon carpet, silently modeling the worship of generations past. Giant statues of gold stood tall in front of them, candles burning; fragrant clouds of incense engulf both the figures and the hearts of those worshiping. Even in this place of darkness, when it seems as if satan has won, Jesus reigns.
Before Jesus came, our predecessors had many rules...