Praying to statues is idolatry...pure and simple.
God commanded his worshippers not to MAKE them. (Exodus 20:3-5)
There is only one Mediator...Jesus, not Mary. (1 Timothy 2:5)
Nowhere are we told to pray to Mary. Only to God
through Jesus.
No wonder the Catholic church kept the Bible from her flocks for so long.....everything Jesus said
not to do, they do it....and everything Jesus told his disciples
to do...they don't do it.
Everything they teach is therefore.....'anti-Christ' IMO. (Matthew 7:21-23)
For once we are in agreement on the Roman church of Emperor Constantine the head of which church, claims to be the Shepherd of God's people after he; who had filled his servant Jesus with his spirit was paid the majestic wage of thirty pieces of silver,
Zechariah 11:12-17; I told them, "If you think it best, give me my pay; but if not, keep it." So they paid me thirty pieces of silver. And the LORD said to me, "Throw it to the potter"-the handsome price at which they valued me! So I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter at the house of the LORD. Then I broke my second staff called Union, breaking the family bond between Judah and Israel. Then the LORD said to me, "Take again the equipment of a foolish shepherd. For I am going to raise up a shepherd over the land who will not care for the lost, or seek the young, or heal the injured, or feed the healthy, but will eat the meat of the choice sheep, tearing off their hooves. "Woe to the worthless shepherd, who deserts the flock! May the sword strike his arm and his right eye! May his arm be completely withered, his right eye totally blinded!"
Oh you shepherd of the darkness, who claim God sent you out
And even though we know that’s true, that fact I wouldn’t flout
For God commanded Zechariah, “Throw my wages ‘cross the floor,
Those thirty bits of silver, for I’ll guide this flock no more
A worthless shepherd now I’ll raise to guide this stubborn flock
And he will be a useless one, of him I’ll take no stock
For he’ll not feed my little ones, nor search for them that’s lost
But he eats the meat of the fattest sheep. And their hooves? He tears them off
That worthless shepherd, he is doomed for abandoning my flock
His power, will I destroy by war, his arm will wither dry, then drop
And his right eye will I turn Blind, that’s why he’s never seen
The passage where I speak of him, Zechariah eleven—twelve to seventeen.