Above Every Name

Russell D. Moore on the Formalities That Teach Us Reverence

Both of my six-year-old sons stood a little straighter, knowing that something was seriously wrong. There wasn’t any ambiguity in my furrowed brow or in my piercing look. One of them had just said something. It wasn’t a profanity, and it wasn’t a recitation of the Arian heresy. He said “Yeah” to a grown woman. And it was followed up with an invitation for a long discussion with Dad in the guest bedroom upstairs. To that my son responded, “Yes, sir.”