To Those Who Seek the Lord,
When I was a child in my father’s house, I knew only the gods of my ancestors. They were carved from stone and wood, passed down through generations, revered as if they held the power of life itself. My father, Terah, kept them among his possessions, and like many in Ur and later in Harran, I was taught to honor them. But they were silent. They did not see. They did not hear. They did not speak.
