So...I went to Salem back in January and meant to write about this back then. But, it was an interesting shirt-donning parent who reminded me of it today.

The Salem witch trials of the 1600s were a perfect example of evil's war with the servants of the True God. As I went around Salem and listened to the stories and researched the trials--one thing became clear: the ones under attack were some of the most devout servants of the Lord. There were a few others in there, but it started with the faithful and ended there too. And so, to me, Salem's history tells more of the battle with evil and the persecution that God's children endure, and a warning to God's children to seek the Lord first so that we don't get caught up in evil-led histeria than the message Salem seems to have taken away from it all.

I became sad as I walked around...and at one point in the weekend, I entered a place I could hardly breathe. God has gifted me that way, and I've been able to discern evil in a physical way since I was a little girl. I had entered a museum based entirely on the celebration of the craft, and I couldn't stay in there long. Even as I walked around the Salem Witch Museum my heart became heavier... The message is skewed. It has become a mantra for tolerance of all religions and a celebration of witchcraft.

Now, some of witchcraft I understand, and if I were not a Jesus-follower, I could see it's draw. I am fascinated too by some of the beauty of the pagan religion, and it's focus on herbs in healing. I see that value...but I know all too well that one of Satan's greatest tools is deception, and I know that some parts only mimic in a slight way, the true beauty of the Lord.

I am saddened that God's children did not take away the victory, that His message isn't the loudest one in that place. And so this one child, just wanted to tell you, and my God, that I understood, and I can't wait to meet those beautiful martyrs in heaven.