We build pedestals on which to stand. To be seen at the top, by all.
To be revered. To be loved. To be admired.
“Look at me, look at me. I too am, somebody.”
We build these pedestals on ideologies, falsities and masked realities. On correlations and connections that give us titles but don’t honor us with names.
Things that look good on the outside, but leave us urning on the inside. Empty calorie banter that leaves our souls starved.
And when we go to stand on all that we had built, we fall to our knees. The pedestal has crumbled.
For you cannot stand on ideologies, falsities and masked realities. There is no foundation in faith without works.