The Christian Letter, Volume One: Chapter 10
A mystery … a maze of corridors and fragments of clues litter your journey until you find the truth, or until the truth finds you. Looking back upon the story of our life, our faith, we easily see pivotal moments where we changed directions, but what of the smaller shifts? For less than a degree of change is impossible to see with a naked eye. Trivial? Nothing in a good mystery is trivial. If you alter your course of a thousand miles, or a thousand days, by the smallest variance, the destination can be missed completely, or ultimately reached, depending on where you stand now, rather than where you think you stand.
What, then, of six thousand years? How can you see something too small to see? Going back to the beginning is the microscope our mystery requires most. Where have we faltered? Where have we tripped? How long ago? A criminal always returns to the scene of the crime—so, too, does the detective.
A mystery the world expresses as evidence, rather than a clue, is the honest question of: Why are all religions so seemingly similar? Indeed. Why does almost every drawing of a deity have a halo or sun around its head? Why are many of the philosophies the same? Or are they? Just what is a one-religion system, and have we had one before? Just who, or Who, is the founder of our faith? What faith? Yes, what faith—for no matter how hard it is to do, we must return to the scene of the crime. Act One. Where man was given dominion over all, whom, bearing but a handful of sin, fell with all given him … and all after.
It is time to look for clues, and time to remember old ones.
Let us pray for the strength to do so: “Mighty Right Hand of Elohim, cover us with your strength, and let us boast, therefore, in Your power, the guidance of Your Living Spirit. Find for us the clues, and form them together with Your Word. Let us be filled with Your faith—the faith of knowing the truth is true. O Dear One, I beseech Thee, do not let us wane from the truth once found. No matter how much suffering those who follow You to the cross shall imbibe, let us bear these times with Your grace, never turning from Your Blessed Son, the Way, the Truth, and the Light, for the glory of Your Name. Amen.”
With a heart bearing this prayer and the One to Whom it is given, let us begin our quest at the beginning, the heart of the great mystery religion, for a great clue is found in Genesis 10-11 …
Long, long ago there was a man named Nimrod who became famous for building walled cites to protect the people from the wilderness, as well as from the wild beasts that roamed the land. Considered by many to be the founder of the Masons, he was loved and feared by the people, this mighty hunter of beasts and gather of men.
Babylon’s king, Nimrod, was a great grandson of Noah, and thus would have been taught all things known concerning the Word. Like Satan, he desired to be worshiped, and living in an age filled with forgotten history, the people were, therefore, easily turned. This wicked man encouraged others to worship the sun, revere the moon, and seek answers in the stars. To further the study of the heavenly bodies he ordered the people to build a large tower. Were they slaves, or were they enticed by stories of ascending to the heavens or the tangible assurance of surviving another flood? The Tower of Babel, built upon the bedrock of The Great Mystery Religion, had begun.
The bedrock was this: Lies. Add a touch of wine to juice and few people will notice. Give them then only wine. Add a touch of strong drink to the wine and few people will notice. Give them then only strong drink. Add a touch of poison to the strong drink and few people will notice. Give them then what they expect.
Nimrod and his wife, Semiramis, knew of the coming Messiah, through Noah, and thus made themselves into objects of worship in a manner that the people would recognize, thus deceiving many and making their religion acceptable. The promise of the rainbow was forgotten as it loomed over the great tower of Babylon. Did even one man look up to see their greatest clue? Did even one child wonder?
While things in Nimrod’s religion were adopted from us, we have adopted many more from him. However, this is not to say that I somehow don’t love people from all over the world. The beauty of culture is a beauty to be treasured, but culture is not religion, it is simply tainted by it and elevated to it by a misunderstanding of history repeating itself. Culture is the tree. Religion is the worship of the tree or the Maker thereof. Culture is the dragon. Religion is the worship of the dragon or the Maker thereof.
We look at culture and we see Nimrod’s man made religious system has tainted its pure form. We see an eagle sitting on the sun, a symbol of Babylon, in many cultures, from Egypt, to China, to the top of the American flagpole. I urge you to seek out this noble truth for the sole purpose of removing the hidden traps in your culture, and in your faith, as an act of purification and loving obedience. The best way to do this is start learning the Truth about who we are and why we are here. The only way to do this is to get to know the One Who created us. We must learn of Yahoweh. But can we learn of Him if we refuse to follow Him? Can a man learn a new language if he refuses to follow the instructor? Can we hold on to Yahoweh’s hand and the devil’s at the same time? To walk truly, one must love Yahoweh more than oneself, or the church.
Many consider Catholicism (or another religion) their culture and faith, but if you do, then who is Author of that faith? The Messiah? Or man’s ideas of Him? When looking for clues one must get sidetracked, for they are not always on the path itself.
Back to the accounting of the mystery of mysteries revealed:
It is said that Shem killed Nimrod and cut up his body, sending it to all lands; his followers, the sun worshipers, erected in his memory a tower in the shape of his uncircumcised penis pointing to the sun, called an obelisk. Semiramis, also known as Ishtar, Eostre, Astoreth, Isis, Venus, and Easter, the fertilely goddess or divine lover, feared for her stature and was afraid the nun, priest, and bishop service she had developed would turn on her. She announced to the people that Nimrod was now the sun god and had impregnated her with his sunrays. (We see a mother and an adult looking baby in many religions.) Though she was not a virgin by any means, she took what Adam knew concerning the coming Messiah, twisted it just a little, and made her son, Tammuz, out to be a false messiah. She claimed, as did her son, that he was Nimrod reincarnated. Semiramis knew the Saviour had to be the Father and thus said these things. She was both mother and lover to Tammuz, and, for forty years, they ruled over the people.
In later years, the Philistines sacrificed to Dagon, the Philistine fish god, on what is known as good friday. Many to this day eat fish on that day. Nimrod, or Pontiff, as the fish god Dagon, was supposedly the link between this life and the life to come, and this is why his high priest wore a hat in the shape of a fish’s open mouth. Nimrod had a council of twelve priests dressed in scarlet robes, called cardinals, to assist him in the affairs of running the empire. Besides a celibate priesthood, Semiramis developed a system of female devotees known as vestal virgins, later to be known by the Chaldean word nun, meaning “daughters of Nimrod.” Their service to their god Nimrod was to serve the unmarried priests and monks sexually, since these men were not allowed to marry and have wives, as this was as a form of worship to their god. This kept the priests satisfied in the priesthood, which was to keep them from other paths of sexual debauchery.
“Come down and sit in the dust, O maiden daughter of Babel. Sit on the ground without a throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans! For no more do they call you tender and delicate.” (Isaiah 47:1).
Tammuz, who was a hunter like Nimrod, lived for forty years, until a wild boar fittingly skewed him to death. Again, Semiramis devised a way to retain her power by claiming that Tammuz had descended into the underworld, thus all nature mourns his death, whom, without, everything withers. The nuns mourned for Tammuz and gave up something for forty days of weeping so Tammuz could have it in the afterlife. (Catholics, to this day, weep for Tammuz, but they call it lent, even though the disguise covers nothing. Alas, Israelites also adopted this mourning ritual as well. The modern Israeli calendar has a month called Tammuz, and on the 17th day is a fast, marking the start of a three-week period of mourning the Temple’s destruction. Ah, but adopting a pagan practice is no way to mourn.)
Ishtar, just like the world, is grief-stricken.She vows to rescue Tammuz from the Queen of the underworld, whatever the danger. To descend, she must surrender her adornments, which she does. She rescues her beloved, and reclaims her adornments as they rise to the upper world. But there is a price for their release. Each year he must return to the underworld, and Ishtar must repeat her sacrifice.
Her memorial would entice the people to believe that the spring fertility goddess, Semiramis (depicted as an exaggeratedly endowed bare breasted queen of sexual desire), the self proclaimed queen of heaven, was born again as the goddess Easter by emerging from a giant egg that landed in the Euphrates river, at sunrise, on the “sun” day after the vernal equinox. To proclaim her divine authority, she changed a bird into an egg laying rabbit. As the cult developed, the priests of Easter would impregnate young virgins on the altar of the goddess of fertility at sunrise on Easter Sunday. A year later the priests of Easter would sacrifice those three-month-old babies on the altar at the front of the Sanctuary, where they would dye Easter eggs in the blood of the sacrificed infants. The forty days of Lent, or weeping for Tammuz, one day for each year of his life (see Ezekiel 8), started the Easter fertility season. The festivities culminated on Easter Sunday, when the priests of Easter slaughtered the wild boar that killed Tammuz, and the entire congregation ate ham on Easter Sunday in remembrance of their god.
Ezekiel was called by Yahoweh to go to the temple. There he watched the women of Israel observing the forty days of lent for the death of Tammuz. Yahoweh, understandably, called this an abomination. “And He said to me, ‘You are to see still greater abominations which they are doing.’ And He brought me to the door of the north gate of the House of Yahoweh, and I saw women sitting there, weeping for Tammuz.” (Ezekiel 8:13-14).
Did they know they were weeping for him? Do you? … Now that you know, what will you do? Will you rationalize it to blindness or will you tear down the high places hidden in your heart?
“And you took your sons and your daughters, whom you bore to Me, and these you slaughtered as food to them. Were your whorings a small matter, that you have slain My children and gave them up to them by causing them to pass through the fire? And in all your abominations and whorings you did not remember the days of your youth, when you were naked and bare, trampled down in your blood.” (Ezekiel 16:20-22).
Nimrod was like a Shepherd leading his flock, not to green pastures, but to the den of wolves, the butcher. So new to the world, so unaware of the danger, the tiny newborn is secure, nestled in the warm cradle of his mother’s arms. However, he begins to sense a strange tenseness in her body. Tightly, ever so tightly, she clasps him to her breasts as they approach the sacred grounds. He has never heard the rumble of so many voices, or the mystical sounds of the chants. His mother’s arms have begun trembling, and drops of tears mixed with sweat are dampening the swaddling cloth that covers him. Wild sounds of strange instruments begin to echo down the mountain into the valley below. His mother’s grasp weakens and suddenly the large, strong hands of a man garbed in white lift him into the night air and lay him high into the belly of a strange statue. Insecure, the baby whimpers, yearning for the comfort of his mother’s arms. His whimpers turn into cries as smoke stings his eyes and his final bed becomes unbearably hot. Mother’s cries join his, but are soon muffled by thundering drums and dark dances of the insane. With a painful final shriek of the baby, only the crackling of the fire and the mournful cries of the mother can be heard. The priest announces that the sun god is pleased.
“Do not do so to Yahoweh your Elohim, for every abomination which Yahoweh hates they have done to their mighty ones, for they even burn their sons and daughters in the fire to their mighty ones.” (Deuteronomy 12:31).
The Babylonians called the sun-god many things, including Shamash; the Egyptians, Horus; the Assyrians, Baal; the Canaanites, Moloch; the Persians, Mithras; the Greeks, Helios; the Druids, Hu; and the Romans, Sol Invictus-the Unconquerable Sun. The list continues down through history and encompasses places as diverse as India, Japan, the Aztecs, and virtually every Indian tribe in North America as being traceable back to Babylon.
The mother-child cult spread worldwide and they are known in Greece as Aphrodite and Eros. In Rome this pair was worshiped as Venus and Cupid. Semiramis, Tammuz, and Nimrod, are also known as Isis, Horus, and Seb in Egypt, and man’s churches still to this day have a symbol of IHS on their furniture. Ask them why and few will even be able to tell a lie, let alone the truth. Be diligent enough to study the history of your faith, for though many claim it, their faith is not Biblical, but man-made. Study the history of Christianity and Judaism and see if that is what you want, or if you would rather walk in the one true faith, the faith of the Messiah. If you choose the Messiah, then look to His Word apart from another’s personal understanding, even your own.
Is there a different “god” of each branch of Christianity? The Charismatic god and the Lutheran god? Each group worships so differently that their gods must be different. Or is the One you are trying to worship just a plain Jew of no denomination whatsoever? I assure you that Peter never prayed to Mary or wore a rosary. The rosary is of pagan origin, and there is no warrant in the Word of Elohim for the sign of the cross. The making of the cross over your heart, came from the initial of Tammuz. This was done to invoke mysticism.
Truths such as the problem of a celibate priesthood, where males hear the intimate and private sexual confessions of married and single women, which as we well know eventually leads to trouble. Random men do not need to hear the intimacies of wives and their daughters in the confessional booths, or any confession for that matter. Confessions of sin are only of value if they are offered to the offended. Only then is there healing, not only for the one confessing and the one hearing, but also for those who are ministers of the Word within the church, rare though they are.
Some people might be wondering if I am going to show the horrors of Judaism, and others may be thinking I am advocating Judaism because they mistakenly believe the opposite of a lie is truth. I have to say concerning this delicate matter: Judaism is a complete and total opposite of Catholicism in the same way a mirror reflects a total reversal of your image … yet where is the difference to be mentioned? I advocate neither because I advocate Scripture.
Note: While Easter has been dismissed as a pagan holiday throughout history, I do not harbor ill feelings toward the people of other denominations or faiths. I am a friend of some of the most wonderful people in the world, and they have many different faiths, including Catholicism and Atheism. After all, Yahoweh loves them dearly, so why shouldn’t I?
“O Yahoweh, my strength and my stronghold and my refuge, in the day of distress the gentiles shall come to You from the ends of the earth and say, ‘Our fathers have inherited only falsehood, futility, and there is no value in them.’” (Jeremiah 16:19).
Many like to point only to this group or that, but I do not see this Mystery Babylonian religion in just Christianity, but also Judaism, and every branch of the two, as well as all other religions, even the most popular religion today, that of humanism.
To the seekers of Yahoweh: Follow His Word and forfeit man’s interpretation.
To those of the world: Find the foundation of faith and give His Word apart from agendas a chance.
Oh, but think not the story ends here. During the time of 321 A.D. we find a new Nimrod, named Constantine. Helena, Constantine’s mother and lover, left her son and went on a journey to the Holy Land to find all the places mentioned in the Gospels so that she may build cathedrals there as an act of penitence for her son. Inside these cathedrals, still standing to this day, are images brought from Babylon. All the statues of Paul and Peter are in fact statues of the Greek / Babylonian gods; their names have just been changed to protect their identities. Inside you will see huge sun symbols. Neither Helena, nor Constantine, according to history, accepted the gospels. If Helena did, then why did she do this for the remission of her sin, or locate each one of them at places of sun worship? Did the Messiah’s blood mean nothing? If Constantine changed then why, only a few years before his death, did he make a new coin with himself on one side, and the symbol of the old sun god with a new name, Mithra, on the other? Constantine, who took the title of pope, has something dreadful to inflict, and it isn’t how to live.
“‘And see this, a chariot of men coming with a pair of horsemen!’ And he spoke up and said, ‘Babel is fallen, is fallen! And all the carved images of her mighty ones He has broken to the ground.’” (Isaiah 21:9).
Constantine was baptized on his deathbed against his will by order of Helena. The prophecy of Daniel 7:25 took place when Constantine forcefully changed the times and seasons, which the believers were following, to the sun worshiper’s holy days. Incidentally, Easter is still a movable festival that finds its date each year on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the spring equinox. Confusion is the legacy of man’s religion. “That is why its name was called Babel, because there Yahoweh confused the language of all the earth, and from there Yahoweh scattered them over the face of all the earth.” (Genesis 11:9).
I once unknowingly lived a lie, and there is no shame in it, only in staying in it. In 1 Kings 11:4-9 it is recorded that even the wisest man fell into worship of these idols from Babylon. Yet, this shall not last, “‘And I shall rise up against them,’ declares Yahoweh of Hosts, ‘and shall cut off from Babel the name and remnant, and offspring and descendant,’ declares Yahoweh.” (Isaiah 14:22).
“therefore see, the days are coming that I shall bring punishment on the carved images of Babel, and all her land shall be put to shame, and all her slain fall in her midst. And the heavens and the earth and all that is in them shall shout for joy over Babel, for the ravagers shall come to her from the north,” declares Yahoweh. As Babel is to fall for the slain of Yisra’el, so for Babel the slain of all the earth shall fall.” (Jeremiah 51:47-49).
In Jeremiah 44:15-30 we see an eerily honest exchange that is not as uncommon as it should be within the modern church. Today, many will bake cakes with crosses on them (the initial of Tammuz, a pagan fertility symbol), called hot cross buns, never taking the time to find out where the tradition came from, or where it is bound to go. Those who eat these hot cross buns, and lift up cups of communion on these pagan rehearsals, often recite the women in Jeremiah 44:15-30, saying, “We are not going to listen to you in the matter about which you spoke to us in the Name of Yahoweh!” This is a matter of great importance for the Christian world. Will you listen to what has been spoken of by Yahoweh Himself, or will you rehearse lies unto the worship of religion? You must choose … or the devil will choose for you.
Let us bear a heart of Isaiah 47:5, and no more call Easter the Queen of Heaven; for as children: our voices whisper, but our actions shout.
“The coming of the lawless one is according to the working of Satan, with all power and signs and wonders of falsehood, and with all deceit of unrighteousness in those perishing, because they did not receive the love of the truth, in order for them to be saved.” (2 Thessalonians 2:9-10).
“I shall also choose their punishments, and bring their fears on them. Because I called, but no one answered. I spoke and they did not hear, and they did evil before My eyes, and chose what was displeasing to Me.” (Isaiah 66:4).
The term, “Easter Sunday,” is used so convincingly among Christians that you would think that Easter, the goddess of fertility who came down from the heavens in a giant egg, is somehow related to the resurrection of the Messiah. Christian churches commonly commemorate with fertility egg hunts, the proliferating rabbit, and the sunrise service on the venerable day of the sun god (sunday), at a place where there is a steeple, obelisk, marking its location. All this makes a strange not so Christian holy day indeed, but since it is the world’s holy day and not Biblical at all, it is of no surprise to see it celebrated throughout the world in her religion.
We read in Genesis 11:4-9 that Yahoweh confused their language and thereby scattered the people to form the various nations, but when the people scattered they took aspects of this Babylon Mystery Religion with them, and this is why we see aspects of sun worship all over the world, even in countries where missionaries of any type have never been! Dear brothers and sweet sisters, I see this as an evidence, of not only Babylon, but of Yahoweh breaking Babylon.
Many make claims they are not polluted by sun worship, just like the people of Judah also claimed they were not polluted with paganism, but Yahoweh cannot be fooled (Jeremiah 2:22-23). Our traditions are never challenged on a regular or thoughtful basis. That is why most Christian churches are dying of old age with their wholesale acceptance of traditions rooted in the occult. Compromise is the slickest path to destruction, and it is the native language of Satan: “Has Elohim really said? Surely you will not die.”
I have been asked many times, “Are Christians required to keep these Biblical assemblies?” It is important to first consider why one is asking the question. Are we looking to have minimum obedience, or do we desire to aggressively obey out of a zealous heart of love? Does the question reveal a heart that is still hostile against the Word? The Messiah took away the rebellion that I had in my soul. Out of love I now serve Him and desire to obey Him. I do not desire to sin. We are not looking for minimal standards. We are looking for the heart of our Creator. We desire to live for Him.
This is truly one of the most important things I will ever say: Until the right questions are asked, the right answers cannot be given. Until the question of, “Do I have to?” is corrected with, “Since I desire this above all else, what more can I do to show Him love?” we will never truly be seekers. Indeed, without this heart, we would not be detectives, only clueless bystanders.
“Some may argue, ‘Since my falsehood enhances Elohim’s truth, and so increases His glory, why, then, am I still condemned as a sinner?’ Indeed! Why not say—as some slanderously assert that we proclaim, as well as perform—‘Let us do evil, so that good may come of it.’ Their damnation is merited!” (Romans 3:7-8).
How many lies can you live, and spread, and still be showing salvation and be saved? Can we call Him a false Name, in love? Can we call Him Allah? Can we worship Him as pagans do, in love? Can we really celebrate Easter, and then say it is for Him? Can we be fed all our days by the words of men, and not search ourselves with eyes unclouded for the Truth? Are we to accept the traditions of the world and not His? Does not Deuteronomy state, and Galatians quote, “Cursed is everyone who does not keep on doing everything written in the Scroll of the Torah.”
We are not His gods. He is our Elohim. Truth is not dispensational. Truth is Eternal; therefore, forget the Talmud and Paul’s Letters when quoted as a means to abstain from the footsteps of the Most High. Never take a fragment of men’s words and make them into a dogma. The traditions of man are not commandments. The Messiah is against this. The Father is against this! Yet, many twist the Scriptures to their demise, and the weakening of all those around them. Right now you may believe I am condemning you or speaking blasphemy. Right now you may think that matters, and are thus angry with me. Do not care about my petty words or your agitation, rather, care about the Words of Yahoweh. Did not our Saviour weep for you? Long since due is our time to weep in repentance.
“And Babel, the splendour of reigns, the comeliness of the Chaldeans’ pride, shall be as when Elohim overthrew Sedom and Amorah.” (Isaiah 13:19).
Many times the Jewish people were shipped off to Babylon, for it was Babylon they sought. The Christians, too, seem to yearn more for the traditions of Babylon than the traditions of the Scriptures. They are more at home with the pagan celebration of Easter than they are with Passover. Run far! Run fast! There is no wealth here that will last, in this, the city of self-pity, the mindset of Babylon. “Flee from the midst of Babel, and let each one save his life! Do not be cut off in her crookedness, for this is the time of the vengeance of Yahoweh, the recompense He is repaying her. Babel was a golden cup in the hand of Yahoweh, making drunk all the earth. The nations drank her wine, that is why the nations went mad! Babel shall suddenly fall and be broken. Howl for her! Take balm for her pain—if so be, she might be healed. We would have healed Babel, but she is not healed. Let us leave her and each go to his own land, for her judgment reaches to the heavens and is lifted up to the clouds.” (Jeremiah 51:6-9).
“and shall say, ‘So does Babel sink and not rise from the evil that I am bringing upon her, and they shall weary them-selves.’ Thus far are the words of Yirmeyahu.” (Jeremiah 51:64).
“Oh, Tsiyon! Escape, you who dwell with the daughter of Babel.” (Zechariah 2:7).
“There upon her forehead was written a title, a secret: MYSTERY BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF THE WHORES AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.” (Revelation 17:5).
“And one mighty messenger picked up a stone like a great millstone and threw it into the sea, saying, ‘With such a rush the great city Babel shall be thrown down, and shall not be found any more at all.’” (Revelation 18:21).
It is time to tear down the high places, for we are to be different. How different? Will we go half way, or will we never, so long as we live, stop growing closer to Yahoshuah? Do not weep over losing these traditions, for I promise—no, Yahoweh promises you, that His celebrations are infinitely better. At least give Him a chance. Allow yourself and your children to see if the King can throw a better party than man.
What are the whims of this life except our very poison? I love you, but in comparison to the Love the Father hath for you: I hate you. Shun me, hate me, stone me if you so desire, just please, please, stop throwing stones at Yahoweh and His appointed times. He has given us blessings beyond our understanding. He is our crushed spirit’s Hope. He is our Saviour. He is our Healer. He is the Spirit. He is the Word. He, yes, the One and Only, is our blessing. Will we treat Yahoweh with more love than our parents? Will we love Him more than our spouse? Will we love Him more than our lives? If your answer is yes, then may your yes be thunderous! If it was a no, even if it was a whisper in your heart, be certain it will echo in your grave.
Many people cry at the end of a really good book. “It’s over.” they say, but this mystery is far from it. This letter is unworthy to even be called a scratching of the surface. This is merely the dust on the tip of an iceberg. The whole tale can only be found in your whole life.
“O daughter of Babel, who are to be destroyed, blessed is he who repays you your deed,” (Psalms 137:8).
The deeds Babylon did to us are many, and she, and hers, shall be repaid. Consider the Truth as repayment. True love is a continuing series of choices made to benefit the beloved. Do you love Yahoweh?
We look back in time. The calendar begins to turn its pages the other way; as it becomes a blur, resting on a single day where we chose a little sin rather than prayer, or where we were hurt so much that we blamed the Creator for it. The face in the mirror becomes younger and younger and pauses on the day we inherited a false doctrine we didn’t know was a lie, as it was so close to truth. From relationships to churches, from movies to homework, from a minute ill thought to the sounding of church bells, the Cup of Praise given us has become a cup of poison unknown, and so we cry out, “Look! My cup overflowth! … Come … drink with me.”
The devil often returns to his crime of, “Did He really say,” and we must return a step further back than the criminal and proclaim, “Elohim has really said.”
We have inherited lies, a detective’s greatest nemeses. It’s a willing delusion to think otherwise. While it is not our fault that we have not seen, it will be, though, if we choose to not want to. It’s going to be a long trip to come out of Babylon. It is a big city. So many shout that they have left Babylon, and they sincerely believe that they have! But they have not left … only moved to the other side of this walled city filled with rumors of how evil the natural world is apart from them.
For some, coming out of Babylon will not take as long since they believe in the Bible more than Christianity. It doesn’t matter if you find faults within the name of your religion, since the foundation of His Word, not our interruption, is what’s truly important. I will never ask you to abandon the Bible, but I have, and I yet still shall, ask you to abandon opposing traditions. And I hope, that even if it sounds like a mystery at first, that you stay with it, for Yahoweh alone is to be worshiped. He still calls out to those who seek to worship Him in Spirit and in Truth, “Come ye out of Babylon! Straight and Narrow is the Path! Come to Me, My child! You have but to love Me enough to follow My footsteps.”
Be Blessed and be a Blessing.
Shalom
-Valentine Thalken Billingsley
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Additional Scripture References:
Jeremiah 32:34-37, Ezekiel 20:25-27, 21:21, 2 Kings 23
