I couldn’t survive in Judah. Worship this god, no that god, no the real God, no back to this god…aaaahhhh! Jerusalem was living like a person in need of medication to help them through their split personality disorder. Can you imagine living through all of that? I would have hit the road in search of some kind of religious stability. I think you would get to the point that you wouldn’t care who you were worshiping as long as it stayed the same person for a few years. It’s no wonder these people are lost; there is no tradition or heritage being passed from one generation to the next.
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