Read Daniel 3:1-18
ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“They worshiped the dragon for giving the beast such power, and they worshiped the beast. ‘Who is as great as the beast?’ they exclaimed. ‘Who is able to fight against him?’” (Revelation 13:4 NLT)
Beneath the waves, something stirs.
It is older than empires, older than crowns.
It slumbers in the deep, patient as stone, dreaming of the day its name will be spoken again. And above, in the cities of humanity, its worshipers gather.
They wear robes of power, not burlap. Their temples are marble halls, not mountain caves. They sing their hymns to the glory of the state, to the promise of safety, to the myth of greatness. They call it patriotism. They call it destiny. But in the shadows, the old god smiles — for it knows the truth. This is worship. And worship, without discernment, always finds its way to the abyss.
Once, an empire called its ruler divine. Citizens bowed not just to power, but to the idea of power — that it could save them, protect them, define them. They built altars in the public square. They silenced the prophets who dared to speak another name.
It has happened before.
It will happen again.
For the cult does not care whose face is on the coin, so long as the throne remains the altar.
In Daniel’s day, the empire’s god wore the face of Nebuchadnezzar. His statue loomed ninety feet tall, a shimmering idol in the desert sun. At the sound of the horn, the flute, and the lyre, all were commanded to bow — not just as an act of loyalty, but as proof of belonging. Refusal was not dissent; it was treason. And in the furnace, the penalty awaited.
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego heard the call and stayed on their feet. They knew the difference between honoring authority and worshiping it. Between respect and reverence. Between human rule and divine sovereignty. And so they answered the king: “We do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter… the God we serve is able to deliver us… but even if he does not, we will not serve your gods or worship the image you have set up.”
That is what faith looks like when the cult of empire comes calling — when the Call of Ktulu rises from the deep, dressed in the language of safety, tradition, and unity. Faith that refuses to kneel to any throne that demands God’s place.
Revelation warns us that the beast and the dragon are not relics of the past. They are patterns. They show up wherever power demands worship, wherever fear is weaponized, wherever loyalty to God is measured by loyalty to the state. And they flourish when the faithful forget that our allegiance belongs to a Kingdom not built by human hands.
Today’s idols don’t always stand in golden fields. Sometimes they stand behind podiums. Sometimes they march under flags — and those flags sadly and wrongly litter our altar and sanctuary spaces, as if God shares our national pride. Sometimes idols hide in slogans we’ve recited so often we’ve stopped hearing their hollow echo. And the music still plays — not horns and flutes, but chants and headlines, swelling to remind us: “Bow with us, or burn alone.”
Ktulu’s call, the call beneath the throne, is subtle. It doesn’t always demand open blasphemy. Sometimes it just asks you to blend in. To stay quiet when truth is costly. To let someone else bear the heat while you hum along to the empire’s song.
But the Kingdom’s citizens are not called to blend in. We are called to stand out — not for our own glory, but for Christ’s. Our worship belongs to the One who walked through the furnace with those who would not bow, and who walks with us still.
The question isn’t whether the cult will rise again. It’s whether we will hear the music — and choose to stand.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Allegiance to Christ will always put you at odds with the idols of your age.PRAYER
Lord, give me ears to hear when the music of the empire plays, and courage to stand when all the world kneels. Amen.
Devotion written by Rev. Todd R. Lattig with the assistance of ChatGPT (OpenAI).