Our Altar

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In worshiping the God we serve, although we do so at different altars, our altars are always sacrificial. We might not extract our pound of flesh by killing our lamb, we do so by picking at their flesh until they are dead. Some of us are vampires, we suck every last bit of blood out of our victim’s veins. Death walks with us and although we might have grandeur ideas of where we are headed to, at the end of our lives, the only certainty is that our body will return to dust. When we worship at an altar in praise to a God who is representative of peace, respect, honesty and the belief that we are all co-creators our veil of hypocrisy and hierarchy would dissipate.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2020

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