So,
on that Christmas day, I went up to Klenteng Sam Po Kong in the
outskirt of Semarang. I thought, it’s a kind of tribute to the
ancestors. Among many things that capture my attention was this man.
He
was praying and I could see he, wearing grey uniform, works there.
And he is a muslim.
He was praying, eastward, among the pillars of the temple, dedicated to Confucianism. And after that, he continued doing his chores of cleaning and lighting up the candles.
Isn’t
he the living example of tolerance?
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