1 Corinthians 8:1-13
I like to pray to God in my own language. By that I mean a language which I speak, not one which is centuries old. I am definitely an "Our Father in heaven" person. No drawing lessons in the sky for me. God is here with me living my daily life today.
But occasionally I find myself worshipping where a service is in Elizabethan English. I say the "art". I would not want to cause an offence and its accompanying feelings in a place where I am a guest.
Sometimes, if truth be told, I even wallow in the glory of the bygone phrases.
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