THE ALTAR WE BURNED
“But the altar we burned was never about rebellion—it was a sacrifice for a holier flame. And from that flame, a better world rises.”
Tears ran down many faces. Farmers. Widows. Former acolytes. All listening, hearts wide open.
Then Isabella stepped forward, her voice like morning rain. She sang not a hymn, but a testimony—of the years in chains, the darkness, the dreams she thought had died, and the God who resurrected them all. As she sang, the skies broke into gentle light, golden and warm.
But not all hearts rejoiced.
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