Good Morning, God!
The Taj Mahal is a glorious building and this photo was taken by dear friends who just got back from their trip to India.
My Dad took a photo of it too, many years ago, and a lovely enlargement of it hangs in my Mother’s apartment.
It’s monument to a beloved wife — Emperor Shah Jahan’s favorite — the Empress Mumtaz Mahal — whom he married in 1612. By the time she died in 1631 she had had 14 children. I suppose, God, that is a fact that women might notice — much more so now that women are having only one, two or three children. And, I must say, God, it puzzles me that some of the groups most zealous about You seem to think having a LOT of Children is a good thing. War by reproduction? Sigh.
As for me, God, I would not want a building in my memory. Although, judging from the number of buildings NAMED for donors on the various school campuses, many people, do.
For that matter, Empress Mumtaz Mahal may not have wanted it either.
Ah, but, God, we humans LONG to do something LASTING. As if that will make our lives meaningful. As if, the simple living of our lives is not enough. Ah, God, for me it was not enough until YOU filled that God Shaped Hole within me.
When we invite You to enter into us — to forgive us, cleanse us, and renew us — then we become Your Dwelling Place — Your Temple. Your Taj Mahal? Hmmm. I find that a scary thought! Please, God, help me to CLEAN UP!