A Letter from Rachel: The Origin of Gods

To Those Who Seek Understanding,

I have lived in a world filled with gods—silent, unseen figures of stone and wood, passed down through generations. I have watched as my father, Laban, revered them, as my household gave them honor, and as my people clung to them in times of fear and uncertainty. But as I reflect on these things, I see how little power these gods truly hold.

I grew up in a land where the worship of many gods was as natural as the rising sun. My father’s household was filled with them, each representing something different—fertility, harvest, protection, wealth. These idols were not just objects; they were believed to hold influence over our lives. I, too, was raised to trust in them, to believe they had power. But now, as I look back, I wonder—how did we come to worship what we could carve with our own hands?