“No idol in the world really exists,” Paul writes, “there is no God – but one.”
In the name of the one who was, and is, and will be forever. Amen.
According to Jewish traditions, Abraham’s father, Terach, ran a shop that sold idols in the city of Ur. One day, Terach went away on a business trip, and he left Abraham (then still called Abram) in charge. While Terach was gone, Abram got the bright idea to take a big stick and smash all the idols in his father’s shop, and then put the stick in the hands of the largest idol.
When Terach got back and saw the shop, with bits and pieces of clay all over the floor, he was really mad and asked the dreaded question: what in the world happened here.
Abram said – with a little grin on his face – that the small idols got hungry and started fighting, and then the big idol got angry at them and smashed all the smaller ones.
“Wait a minute,” Terach said, not convinced by this story.
“Idols don’t get hungry or angry, they’re just clay figures.”
“Exactly” Abram said to his father “so then why do you worship them?”