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Come out from among them

This morning, I was reading in 2 Chronicles about the pagan practices that had become entrenched in Judah.

Incense burned under the green trees, fertility rituals, child sacrifice to Molech.


Spiritual counterfeits. The people had turned from the one true, living God- and were following God's tied to nature, storms, sex, and power.


Baal, the God of rain

Ashera, a fertility goddess

Molech, linked to child sacrifice

Chemosh, Dagon... they all mimicked the supernatural, bur twisted it.


Deuteronomy 32:17 says: "They sacrificed to demons, not to God..."


When did this stop? You know the answer. It just looks different now. Packaged better.


We've swapped stone idols and burning incense under the green trees for crystals and energy work, oils and moon cycles, tarot and astrology. All dressed up with language about self love, empowerment, manifestation. The same old pull that centers around us instead of God.


And it's all very beautiful, isn't it? So soft and feminine. Becoming one with nature. Understanding yourself. Creative altars with rocks and crystals, feathers and candles. Sage and Palo Santo, burning away the bad energy. I was drawn in for a while.


We're all searching aren't we? For peace, love, power, grounding and purpose. And there's only one thing that will ever bring it. The Cross. The message of the Cross offers something that I've experienced first hand. True transformation. In every aspect.


I still have a large collection of rocks. I pick up pretty things all the time. I still love to diffuse oils. But none of it holds any spiritual weight in my life anymore. They're creation, not Creator.


The Cross isn't trendy. It's not aesthetic. But it's the realest self help message ever. It transforms.


God calls us out

"Come out from among them and be separate" - 2 Corinthians 6:17

"Come out of her, my people..." - Revelations 18:4


We don't need to conjure peace, we need to return to the source of it.



First time making clafoutis. Between 3 people, we ate it all. So success!
First time making clafoutis. Between 3 people, we ate it all. So success!

Flowers from the garden
Flowers from the garden




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I was eating in bed
I was eating in bed


 
 
 

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