Free The Temple by Brian Smith Page A

to good use. It was a long
brick building with a grey slate roof. There were two floors and
the inside was a long open space where machinery had once stood.
Jeremiah hired workmen to refurbish the building and to put in
walls to create numerous rooms on both floors. Then the real work
began. For several weeks the brethren were busy painting, drawing,
writing and making various models. It was Master Jeremiah himself
who made the finishing touch, a large sign that was hung above the
entrance. It read:
     
    Museum of Creationism
    During the absence of the
brethren from the temple Sycko was busy doing what he was best at –
he sat guard beside the weeping Diana and relaxed with his drinks
and cigarettes. The day before the grand opening of the museum,
which was widely advertised throughout the city and on TV, Jeremiah
couldn’t resist taking Sycko on a tour of his new achievement. The
building was painted a gleaming white and featured fake Dorian
columns on either side of the entrance. Sycko stopped in front of
the entrance and looked up at the sign. “What is creationism?” he
asked.
    “You don’t know?” Jeremiah said
incredulously.
    Sycko shook his head in
silence.
    “But my dear fellow, that is a
most serious gap in your education. I can’t believe we’ve never
talked about this before. Well, to make matters short, it’s the
science of how God created the world and everything that’s in
it.”
    “So you’re saying God made us,
too?”
    “Yes, of course. We even know
the exact time.”
    “But when I was at school they
told us something about evolution. I can’t quite remember how that
worked, but…”
    “Good heavens, you mustn’t
believe such childish nonsense. This so called theory of evolution
is a fiendish prank, a hoax made by satanists to confuse the true
believers and to bring discord into our harmonious society. It is
in fact a vile conspiracy concocted by the very dredges of
humanity, if one should choose to include them in the name of
humanity. But what am I talking here. Let’s go into the museum and
you will learn the truth about the world.”
    Sycko eagerly followed Jeremiah
into the building. They walked past the empty cash register and
went to the first exhibit. It was entitled ‘The Moment of
Creation’.
    There was a beautiful painting
of God in a smart suit wearing a top hat. In one hand He was
holding a golden pocket watch that hung from a sparkling chain and
with His other hand he snapped His fingers and created the world.
Next to the painting was a small glass case containing the golden
pocket watch.
    “Just look at it, my dear
Sycko,” Jeremiah said excitedly. “The very watch God had when He
created the world. The watch stopped at just that time so we can
still see when the world was made – at a quarter past three on
Monday afternoon 6137 years ago. Isn’t it miraculous how His watch
survived all that time to come down to us so that we would be able
to see it?”
    “Eh, yes certainly,” Sycko said.
“I didn’t know all that. But how did you manage to find the watch?
Surely that can’t have been easy, I mean…”
    “The ways of the Lord are
mysterious, my young friend. Let us just say that the Lord in His
wisdom saw our time of need and provided as He always does. That’s
the wonderful thing about being a true believer. We know that we
always have a higher power on our side, whatever may befall.”
    They walked on to the next
exhibit which showed the Earth just moments after its creation.
There was a vast miniature landscape with pleasant green fields and
woodlands. There were a surprising number of animals, from farm
animals such as hens, pigs and cows to wild animals such as
elephants and tigers to more unusual animals such as sabre tooth
cats and dinosaurs. In one part humans were tending a flock of
sheep while in another part people were hunting mammoths and a
Brontosaurus.
    “I thought the dinosaurs died
out millions of years ago,” Sycko said. “Why are they