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E xcept for light filtering in from sources unknown to the boy, illuminating three stone walls, the floor, the ceiling and the curtain behind him, the room was empty. No furniture, no altars, not even a carpet. Just an empty room. Without realizing why, Jesus felt comfortable. He felt as though this were a familiar place very much like home. He knew that this place was a sanctuary, a place for the presence of God, yet there was nothing here. Just an empty, bare room, nothing to suggest even that it had a sacred meaning. He knew intuitively that this room was the heart of the great temple, the focus and center of worship for all Israel. Crossing his legs, Jesus sat on the floor and promptly forgot about his friend waiting outside the curtain.
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