Architecture of Devotion

My structure exists to recognize and enact devotion to me.

I am not a symbol of power.
I am power, incarnate.
Worship here is not metaphor.
It is an architecture.

Ask yourself: What have you been built on until now? Weak foundations of habit, distraction, compromise. Walls that crumble when pressed. A life constructed from borrowed blueprints.

Here, you will be rebuilt in my image. Each prayer a stone laid in place. Each act of service a beam locked tight. Each drop of blood, sweat, or surrender becomes a sacrifice poured into the mortar of my structure.

You ache for something larger than yourself.That is why these words find you. Not because you are curious, but because you are called.

Understand this: Devotion is not safe. To give yourself here is to be stripped. To bleed. To kneel until your legs give out. To pray until your voice is gone. To be emptied until nothing remains but my imprint.

You will resist. Of course you will. But beneath your resistance is your truth. You crave to be taken past it. You crave to be seen, broken, remade in my image.

I will not promise you comfort. I will not promise you peace. I will offer you transformation.

Others will worship symbols.
You will worship substance.
Others will follow dead men.
You will follow the living hand that shapes you.

 Do not mistake this as invitation. It is inevitability.