The Return of Majesty
Something is missing in Christianity today.
For years I’ve tried to put my finger on it. And then when I finally caught it beneath my finger, I spent another few years just trying to articulate precisely what it was that I had caught.
Sometimes I want to call it “The Ancient Grit”—then other times it seems more appropriate to call it “The Manly Stuff” or “The Rack of Glory”—my wife, Leslie, refers to it as “The Old-Fashioned Authority”—whereas I often just term it, “The Oomph.” But, with all these wonderful descriptors, there are moments when just the word “Majesty” says it all. So, that’s where I’m landing.