It’s draped in red and pink, wrapped in roses and sealed with a kiss. They say it’s a day to celebrate love—but what kind of love, and whose definition?

 

Beneath the chocolates and cards lies a story few ever question—a story soaked in Roman blood, pagan worship, and the gods of fertility and lust.

 

This teaching peels back the lace and glitter to reveal the ancient rites of Lupercalia and the shadowy legends of “Saint Valentine.” What began in the caves of Rome still echoes in the hearts of men, now cloaked in Christian romance and Hallmark charm. But YHWH’s definition of love is not sensual indulgence—it is obedience, covenant, and holiness. And no matter how many Bible verses we tape over a pagan tradition, it cannot make the root holy.

 

So we ask: Can true love ever be built on a lie?