Where your treasure is…

Every single person worships something. Every person who has ever lived has worshiped something. It may not be a deity, it may not be as part of a religion. I may worship money, I may worship myself, I may worship any variety of “higher powers” or philosophies, but the point remains. I can’t “not worship anything” no matter how hard I try. It is an innate desire of every human.

We will become like what we worship in the same way as we are what we eat. It is only natural. We become like those we interact with, and we humans are creatures of habit. It will happen without us realizing it.

Reading about history, it can be tempting to judge those who live in the past or are from alien cultures as somehow unenlightened or uneducated compared to us for worshiping totems of stone or gold. I propose that the specifics depend on peer pressure more than anything. It is common to direct our worship to the same object as those around you – since all people are sheep. Even me. Even you.

According to the Bible, an idol is anything that you value or trust more than God. It doesn’t have to be a statue or a golden cow or what have you. Money is an obvious example, but an idol can be time or it can be status, it can be power… it really can be anything. An “enlightened” modern man is in exactly the same boat as some ancient druid burning herbs to the mother spirit.

The Bible particularly stresses that idols are terrible not only because God is the only worthy object of worship, but that it is bad for ourselves too. Since you become like what you worship, worshiping anything less than true perfection is a fast track to a nasty road.

Divine Justice

I see the callous plumes rise high
And wonder why they have to die
Why the city’s end is nigh
Into the sky the embers fly

The jewel of Allano’s bride
Once home to those who lived and laughed
Now martyr for the nation’s pride
The vipers savaged in their wrath

I look beside the river deep
The maiden falls upon the shore
Prostrate floored and softly weeps
Softly weeps to cry no more

A fury like I’ve never known
Shines burning zealous in her eyes
I think her shaken to the bone
Until I see her slowly rise

In righteous rage she then declares
To gouge an eye demands their own
Her figure lights with blessed flares
As now my eyes grasp heaven’s throne

She burns in a celestial flash
I cower from the blinding light
Long-suffered trek resolved at last
Allano’s queen ascends tonight

She then appears beside the worms
Who persist cruelly in their sins
With no reluctance she affirms
And eyes ignite with ire again

Thunder cracks and lightning strikes
I see the demons try to fight
To wail like children in such fright
And enter the eternal night

The vipers sowed and reaped in kind
In mortal arms they put their trust
Her will imposed on those maligned
Turns spears to ash, their bones to dust

Allano’s vengeance is resolved
The smoke dispels – she stands alone
She gives to me a final pause
As I again behold the throne

I see her fade – and I implore
She cannot leave this mortal shore
My one strong arm and bedrock floor
The pearl queen whom I adore

Standing still no longer confined
A last look behind to me and the shore
Til finally she immortally shines
And smiles resigned – she cries no more

Many thanks to Ishfe Tarco for his rendition of the old Allano poem. Our condolences as to the unfortunate circumstances of his displacement.

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