I had a friend who built a house, and in the house, he had one room that he called his Hallowed Temple. That room was just for prayers. Morning or evening, whenever he wanted, he would go in, spend time with his God, and come out to join the rest of the house like nothing happened.
Nobody was allowed to touch that room. No child could play there. It was just him and his God.
One holiday, his niece and nephew came to stay with him. They were running around, chasing the little puppy he had. That day, he forgot to close the temple door after praying. The puppy ran in and hid there. It slept, and… well, it messed up the place with pee and poo.
One of the kids ran in looking for the puppy, saw the mess, and shouted, “Uncle! Uncle! The puppy has messed up your temple!”
He didn’t even think. He just jumped up and shouted, “Not my temple!” Then he went in, kicked the puppy out, cleaned everything, arranged it back… like nothing had happened.
