TO HIM THESE ARE MERE DUST AND STRAW

ONCE a thief broke into the temple of Vishnu and robbed the image of its jewels. Mathur Babu and I went to the temple to sec what was the matter. Addressing the image, Mathur said bitterly: "What a shame, Lord! You are so worthless! The thief took all the ornaments from your body, and You couldn't do a thing about it?"

Thereupon I said to Mathur: "Shame on you! How improper your words are! To God, the jewels you talk so much about are only lumps of clay, Lakshmi, the goddess of Fortune, is His consort. Do you mean to say that He should spend sleepless nights because a thief has taken your few