They have made themselves a calf of molten metal and have worshipped it and offered it sacrifice. “Here is your God, Israel,” they have cried, “who brought you up from the land of Egypt!”
Ex.32:8
God is heartbroken at his children's disobedience. Like any parent, that heartbreak is expressed in anger.
When I take God out of my life what am I left with? A lifeless hunk of metal, a facsimile. Like a headstrong child I demand to be separate from God. I want to do it my way (the song to hell).
When I choose God's way I have life and that in abundance. Hope and joy become my Hallmark, as they were always intended. As Blessed Carlo Acutis said, "All people are born as originals, but many die as photocopies,".
Jesus, I want to be an authentic follower of you.
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