The Old Ones day began early with the dawn. Clothed in animal skins he walked out from among his people; out from the inner recesses of his cave dwelling towards the Sun light.
He paused at the cave mouth and turned back to his family as they knelt to the ground. Then on their behalf he moved out of the shadows into the light to greet the gods they served.
He called to his family to come out of the cave and to follow him to the Temple steps…to the place of sacrifice to the god Molech. His daughter had just given birth to a beautiful baby. It was springtime, the time when it was necessary to appease the Gods so they would bless the coming planting and harvest season.
Slowly, but surely the family followed the Old One upwards to the top of the temple mount. There was a platform above an opening looking down into the mouth of a raging inferno of flames. The Old One went back towards his daughter and took his newborn granddaughter into his arms and turned to walk to the platform that took him out over the flames. The family could hardly restrain his daughter as she struggled, screaming for her baby to be given back to her.
The Old One lifted his screaming newborn granddaughter out over the flames, chanting to the gods he served and then let her fall into the arms of the waiting god Molech.
God Said in Ezekel 16 “You took your sons and daughters whom you had borne to Me and sacrificed them to idols to be devoured…You slaughtered My children and offered them up to idols by causing them to pass through the fire.”
Look closely at this Old One. He stands in the sunlight, at the top of the tower, over the flames with arms raised to the sky, chanting and praising the creation, answering the shrill cry of an eagle overhead. Then he turns to walk back to his family. Look behind him; there attached to his foot is the shadow of the darkness from the cave he came out of. It has its own life and clings to his body as he moves forward into the sunlight.
And so it is that mankind continues daily to strive towards the light, with the darkness never leaving him for it clings to his every step filling his soul with shadows, darkening his mind and reasoning abilities. This Old One is part of the recorded History by man of mankind’s early beginnings. Beginnings filled with the sacrifice of babies, thrown into the fire to appease the god Molech; who is one of satans demons.
Not much has changed since time and sin began together. There is a hard callous over the conscience of both men and woman who today, through abortion, still sacrifice their babies to the god Molech.
Matthew 18:6 “but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.”
God will not be mocked and He is not slow to judge. Vengeance will be HIS.