A while ago, I became aware of the songs we sing in church. It was about the time I stopped singing, “I Surrender All.” I knew I wasn’t ready to surrender all to God and so I stopped lying about it in song.

Another song caught my attention, “Majesty”. As I pondered the song, it occurred to me that I didn’t know what it meant.

I have not had the opportunity to meet a living Sovereign (or at least one that I remember). I have never had an open vision (or a dream) about heaven’s throne. I don’t know what majesty feels like. I know what love feels like but not majesty.

I’ve watched movies about Kings and Queens but those movies left me with impressions of cruelty and distance. Maybe I’m not enough of an abstract thinker. They say nature ought to inspire a sense of wonder at the creator. Nature intrigues me. It doesn’t astound me.

I wonder how much of faith is influenced by imagination – the capacity to see things in one’s mind’s eye.

I wonder how much of faith is formulaic and filled with empty words we neither mean nor understand.

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