We try to draw out what reverence and recognition of God looks like, but our drawings end up a mess unless we let God guide us.
Most of us would never shrug off a slur against someone we love—yet we’ve grown comfortable around casual, empty uses of the name of the God we say we follow. The Third Commandment challenges us on that laxness.
How can it be that in the “Fear of the Lord” we actually find confidence and refuge?