Who is our King?
Is He this utterly holy, and completely righteous Lord, before whom we must keep our irreverence firmly in check, lest his very presence prove our end? A person so fiery He’s blacklisted by the health and safety brigade?
Or is He so good we find ourselves partying hard before Him, feasting and festivalling, revelling in His blessing, dancing half naked – swinging our tops round our heads, before cracking out the castanets to engage in some impromptu flamenco?
Sometimes on the same day.
He’s utterly holy, completely righteous and so, so good.