Living within the house of idol makers,
the depth of my soul was perturbed.
How could one justify the worship of art?
To me, such comprehension was absurd.
And yet, it was still clear to me,
that worship was a necessary component;
so I craved a logical and moral way
to circumvent my spiritual descent.
Knocking over these impractical statues,
made from gold and various materials,
demonstrated glorification of dead objects
was completely worthless and immaterial…
to the hungry development of my soul.
Such veneration of idols must be profane!
Get me away now from this unholy place;
I must not allow my life to remain the same.
A change of perspective was required
to completely fulfill God’s holy plan;
thus, my name was changed by Yahweh
from my being Abram to… Abraham.
Loosely based on:
Gen 16; According to Scripture, he was born Abram and his father was an idol-maker; young Abram questioned polytheism and smashed all but one of his father's idols. When Abram was roughly 75 years old, he was called by God. He made a pact with the Almighty, agreeing to follow the one true God in exchange for God's promise to make him the founder of many nations.
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