They call it "breakthrough." It’s not. It’s a late-stage Babylon salvage op—an attempt to reclaim truths they stole from our ancestors, repackage them in sterile language, and sell them back as cutting-edge science. The academy calls it "mind over matter" and "fine-tuning." We call it Genesis 1. They’re not discovering anything new. They’re trespassing on ground that has always belonged to the covenant. The ones who walked with the Most High didn’t need particle accelerators to know creation ...

They call it "breakthrough." It’s not. It’s a late-stage Babylon salvage op—an attempt to reclaim truths they stole from our ancestors, repackage them in sterile language, and sell them back as cutting-edge science. The academy calls it "mind over matter" and "fine-tuning." We call it Genesis 1. They’re not discovering anything new. They’re trespassing on ground that has always belonged to the covenant. The ones who walked with the Most High didn’t need particle accelerators to know creation ...

In the land of Uz, there once lived a man named Job. He wasn't a sinner or a rebel, but a truly righteous man, blameless before God. He feared God and turned away from evil. Job was the kind of man people would say, "God would never let him suffer." Job had ten children. Thousands of livestock. A legacy so intact, even Heaven noticed. He was highly respected and lived in peace. People envied him in silence and praised him in public. Job was so righteous that his prayers stood between judgment...

In the land of Uz, there once lived a man named Job. He wasn't a sinner or a rebel, but a truly righteous man, blameless before God. He feared God and turned away from evil. Job was the kind of man people would say, "God would never let him suffer." Job had ten children. Thousands of livestock. A legacy so intact, even Heaven noticed. He was highly respected and lived in peace. People envied him in silence and praised him in public. Job was so righteous that his prayers stood between judgment...

In the Valley of Elah, two kingdoms stared across a ravine carved by forty days of fear. On one side stood an army, trained soldiers, gleaming spears reflecting the sunlight like promises. They had armor, crafted by skilled hands and blessed by nervous priests. They had spectacle, blaring horns, flags fluttering in the wind, voices raised in desperate songs that sounded more like funeral dirges than battle cries. On the other side stood a shepherd. But not just any shepherd. Not the kind who ...

In the Valley of Elah, two kingdoms stared across a ravine carved by forty days of fear. On one side stood an army, trained soldiers, gleaming spears reflecting the sunlight like promises. They had armor, crafted by skilled hands and blessed by nervous priests. They had spectacle, blaring horns, flags fluttering in the wind, voices raised in desperate songs that sounded more like funeral dirges than battle cries. On the other side stood a shepherd. But not just any shepherd. Not the kind who ...