“Presenting defiled food….useless fire on My altar.”
The Lord God speaks to priests who stand careless in their sacrifice. Callous in their worship.
Disobedience reeks to high heaven.
And He’s calling them out.

“Presenting defiled food….useless fire on My altar.”
The Lord God speaks to priests who stand careless in their sacrifice. Callous in their worship.
Disobedience reeks to high heaven.
And He’s calling them out.
Christmas season. Spent last year in a world-class city. One of our favorites.
All shiny and bright. Perfect lights. Colors on point.
Christmas soundtrack playing continually. In stores. And on the streets. Everywhere.
In an Asian city.
“Just sing to Me.”
Memory rises up. From twenty years ago.
I’m traveling in the river of motorcycles and public transport vehicles. Cars and buses. All pressed together in the rush of a mountain city’s traffic.
Navigating the ebb and flow as I drive. Mentally engaged. But not.
Thoughts drift far away. Heart sits heavy.
All around me, the hum and blare of engines revving, horns blowing, peddlers calling.