I Wouldn’t Answer Me Either
“He does me double wrong that wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.” -William Shakespeare, Richard II, (Act III, Scene II) I think that sometimes I flatter God more than I worship Him. This has been a disconcerting revelation to say the least, because truly, I want to worship God as He deserves. I want to offer guileless praise without being hamstrung by self-consciousness or rendered somnolent and mute by cold heartedness. And surely, there are times that I do,—but far too often I approach God as my benefactor, or as the just adjudicator of circumstance rather than as my intimate beloved for whom I am wholly His and He is mine. It’s wrong and I know it; and I keep trying to find my way out of this mixed-up view of God. I will linger with a sunset until the last flash gold dissolves into purple beyond the horizon without then describing the sunset to itself and requesting that it send some work my way. I’ll draw near to the intricate unfolding pe...
