The last disciple left the hut and the Prophet sighed. He pondered the needs of his community. ''The spirit is alive, but rent is dear,'' he intoned to his soul. ''There will be a way.''
The days, questions and complaints were the same. Voices buzzed of dirty robes, truck repair and mounting bills with scant donations. The Prophet's usual expression of fatherly wisdom was more pensive.
A stranger came from a far city seeking the Prophet. He entered the hut and put his hands together in praise.
''We want to make a film,'' he said in a loud, Texas accent.
The days, questions and complaints were the same. Voices buzzed of dirty robes, truck repair and mounting bills with scant donations. The Prophet's usual expression of fatherly wisdom was more pensive.
A stranger came from a far city seeking the Prophet. He entered the hut and put his hands together in praise.
''We want to make a film,'' he said in a loud, Texas accent.
