Meditation and Mao

A young man, garbed in a bright tunic of orange silk, sat in the classic lotus posture of meditation, eyes closed. The room, filled with the heavy scent of burning incense, was dimly lighted by two large candles. Slowly, almost reluctantly, the young man—a graduate student at one of the well-known universities in the United States and an American—opened his eyes. With ceremonial dignity he lifted his tunic over his head and placed it on the floor.

Breast bare now, he lighted a torch, solemnly applied the flames to his chest, face, eyes, hair. He was not burned. Like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego, he had not even "the smell of fire" Dan. 3:27; on him.

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